“Okay.

Bryson reached out to brush the flour off Grace’s face and handed his luggage over to the waiting butler.

Loosening his tie, he announced, “I’m going upstairs to change my clothes.

“Hey!” Maloney called out, suitcase in hand.

“If you’re going upstairs to change, what should I do?”

Bryson turned to glance indifferently at Maloney.

“Wait in the Living room for a while,” he instructed, then turned and headed upstairs.

Maloney couldn’t help but grumble, “Come on!”

The butler, ever attentive, stepped aside with a smile.

“Sir, let me take your suitcase.

If you need to change your clothes or take a shower, I can prepare a room for you.

“No, I’ve changed my clothes before coming here.

not as particular as

Mitchell,” he replied casually.

suitcase to the butler, then settled himself on

“I’ll wait here.

“Okay.

to have breakfast, please feel free to let

the stairs and changed into comfortable grey leisure

bedroom, his hand pausing at the

a moment of hesitation, he decided

deep in sleep, undisturbed

more persistently this time,

go

and curiosity, he finally

bedroom scene was

on the bed, her hair slightly tousled and

quilt, with only half her face

gaze Lingering on her lips, finding her simplicity

forward and gently poked her cheek with

this touch,

to wake up, and murmured, “Who is

opened her eyes

and asked, “Why have you returned so soon? What time is

9:00 am,” Bryson

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