Valentine rolled his eyes. He couldn't care less, as he knew that whether he went or not, nothing would change.
"Does it matter?" he asked.
Adam raised his head and glanced at him. "I don't know. I am just worried, young master. It does not seem like a good idea to me if you have breakfast with them, at least not after what happened last night."
"It's fine. This isn't the first time, you know that." Valentine exhaled deeply.
Adam stood up to his feet. He grabbed Valentine's shirt and began to button it up. He adjusted the collars and helped him into his vest.
Done with all that, Valentine looked at himself in the mirror.
"Do you want me to tie your hair for you, young master?" Adam inquired.
Valentine thought for a few seconds and shook his head. "No."
He intended to cover his face with his hair, considering his eyes were still swollen from all the crying he did.
