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?"

right, what can't

master could actually say such things. Oh, the openness

kicked open his bedroom door, carrying

ten minute

had been working for the York family for years, and it was the first time she saw the young master bring a woman home. Such explosive news, if she didn't tell Madam, she'd definitely

Cecilia, with a mask

and needed to rest early. Unless the sky's falling, don't wake me." Wilma

"What are you saying?"

repeated her

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

"Absolutely."

"Who is this woman?"

even see her

If her son was indeed

the better

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