"What's wrong?" Evan Willow placed the teacup on the coffee table and looked up at the old man's thoughtful face.
"Nothing... nothing..." Caught under those gentle eyes, the butler still couldn't help feeling a surge of panic, and he hurriedly looked away, "I'll go upstairs to check if Miss Amanda is sleeping soundly."
"" Evan Willow didn't move his gaze, and after a moment, he lightly nodded, "Mm."
The butler ascended the stairs with a face full of cold sweat.
He had a feeling that Evan had detected a momentary murderous intent towards Amanda Smith in his heart.
He had served the Willow family for three generations. He first met Evan on the day Evan took over the family, completely unaware of Evan's interests, hobbies, or even his age at that time.
