Amelia's eyes were downcast when they met up with her father. The embarrassment weighed heavily on her, making it impossible to look him in the eye.
The Viscount sighed and shifted his gaze away, not wanting to pressure her too much. He understood the delicate nature of the situation. Leon had done the right thing by helping her, even if it was in such an unconventional way. he did the right thing by fucking her
The butler, despite his high position as the Viscount's butler, knew his place. He had no right or level to judge Amelia, not only was she his daughter but one he dots on very much. He sighed and kept whatever thoughts were running through his mind to himself.
Leon stood by her side, his presence steady and reassuring. He gently squeezed her hand, a silent reminder that he was there for her.
