Wilma's heart raced as she hurried to catch up. "Master. You're back, and this lady is?"

Tyrone kept walking without stopping, heading straight ahead: "My woman, don't worry about it and go on down."

Wilma caught up again: "Madam has already gone to bed, should I...?"

"No, don't let her disturb us."

Right now, Tyrone didn't want to see Cecilia. If he had to see her, it could wait till tomorrow. He didn't want anything delaying his "feast."

Wilma watched as Tyrone carried Quintessa upstairs, sighing to herself. Young people were so passionate, burning the midnight oil like this.

Quintessa's head spun from being jostled, she said, "Tyrone, put me down first. Can't we have a proper conversation?"

very seriously: "You're right,

could actually say such things. Oh,

open his bedroom door, carrying

a good ten minute downstairs,

for years, and it was the first time she saw the young master bring a woman home. Such explosive news, if

with a mask on

tired from shopping today and needed to rest early. Unless the sky's falling, don't wake me."

"What are you saying?"

her earlier

her facial mask, "Is this boy out of his mind? Are

"Absolutely."

"Who is this woman?"

didn't even see her face. He told me not to bother

frowned. If her son was

got the better of

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