The butler, who had been drawn to the courtyard by Maxim Sinclair's laughter, quietly approached the dining table after Summer Lowell went upstairs. "Young Madam seemed to have eaten very little. Shall I have someone bring her more food?"
"No rush," Maxim put down his chopsticks, took a napkin, and gently wiped his mouth before continuing, "It's just gotten dark. In two hours, I'll have a late-night snack with her. With me around, she won't go hungry."
Despite his words, the butler felt a hint of worry. It seemed as though the relationship between the Young Master and Young Madam was quite strained.
But for some reason, Maxim appeared to be in a rather good mood.
He sat at the table for a while before standing up, as if ready to return to the study.
...
The next morning, Assistant Collins approached the butler cheerfully, inquiring if Maxim had gotten up yet while also casually mentioning what he wanted for breakfast.
