Watching Joel Russo finally turn his gaze upon her, Leila spoke up:
"Young Master, why don't you go rest for a bit?" Otherwise, Old Madam will be heartbroken."
Heartbroken that her kind intentions were wasted.
Joel Russo lifted his wrist to check the time; there was still a while until dinner.
"Understood," he nodded and started upstairs.
Leila watched his figure disappear at the top of the staircase, smiled to herself, and turned to walk toward Grandma Rodbell's bedroom.
Clutching the tie he'd partly removed on the way, Joel Russo, as usual, opened the door to his room.
For someone who disliked others entering his private space uninvited, though he did not often come here, he instantly sensed an odd presence in the room.
His hand on the doorknob paused, and his gaze, unwavering, fell upon the bed at the center of his room.
