Keira was perplexed but quickly rushed to untie the person.
Lewis watched her, a smile lurking in his eyes. "Keera may have kept a low profile from a young age, but indeed, she never learned martial arts. Keira, you've given yourself away."
Keira untied the tie from his hand, her eyes teasing as she looked at him. "Mr. Horton, I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Is that so?"
Lewis moved his wrist and walked over to sit on the sofa in the master bedroom, his gaze still fixed on her.
Keira felt somewhat uncomfortable under his scrutiny and lowered her head. "Mr. Horton, isn't it inappropriate for you to come here so late?"
Lewis lowered his eyes, yet a smile crept into them. "Miss South, you resemble my late wife, and I miss her terribly, so I came for a visit. I hope you don't mind."
Keira said, "Do as you please."
She ignored Lewis and started searching the master bedroom, eager to find the diary Mary mentioned.
