When he woke up in the morning, the bed beside him was empty again. Looking at the slightly disheveled blanket and pillow, he couldn't help but imagine how wonderful she had been the night before, and he muttered angrily,
"Damn it, he must be insane! To hold a woman and do nothing!"
Feeling refreshed, he went downstairs for breakfast. Fredy was bustling about, and he didn't see her or the old man. As he looked around, the butler Wilson said,
"Madam seems to be outside accompanying the old man for his morning exercise!"
"Morning exercise?"
He exclaimed, feeling a headache coming on. She truly was capable of anything! To earn the old man's praise and exercise together with him for so long, given his difficult temper...
Just as he was joking with Fredy, he saw her approaching from a distance, still in the same white shirt as yesterday, fluttering in the morning breeze, the hem of her skirt flowing gracefully in a beautiful arc.
