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?"

seriously: "You're right, what can't

blushed at overhearing this. The young master could actually say such

bedroom door,

minute downstairs, Wilma

if she didn't tell Madam, she'd definitely be blamed tomorrow Wilma ran to Cecilia's bedroom door and knocked a few times. No response-she must be asleep, so Wilma

Cecilia, with a mask on her face, appeared before

sky's falling, don't wake me." Wilma cautiously said, "Madam, the young master just brought a girl home and went straight to his room to...you know. Will this

"What are you saying?"

repeated her earlier

second, Cecilia ripped off her facial mask, "Is

"Absolutely."

"Who is this woman?"

head: "I don't know. The young master carried her in. I didn't even see

her son was indeed

got the

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