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?"

"You're right, what can't be conversed in

this. The young master could actually say such things. Oh, the openness of

bedroom door, carrying Quintessa

a good ten minute downstairs, Wilma finally decided to

young master bring a woman home. Such explosive news, if she didn't tell Madam,

opened, revealing Cecilia, with a

I'm tired from shopping today and needed to rest early. Unless the sky's falling, don't wake me." Wilma cautiously said, "Madam,

"What are you saying?"

her earlier

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

"Absolutely."

"Who is this woman?"

master carried her in. I didn't even see her face. He told me not to bother you and

her son was indeed "feasting,"

got the better of

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