"Sir!" The butler was scared half to death. Luckily, the pebble wasn't large.
Kian Keller stared at the smooth pebble on the bed for a long time. In a daze, he suddenly thought he heard someone outside the window calling his name.
"Kian Keller!"
It was a loud voice, as if shouted with every ounce of their strength.
It was continuous, each shout louder than the last.
The butler, afraid of being hit by another pebble, waited a moment before carefully peeking his head out and glancing down.
'Wait, that petite figure standing downstairs... could that be—Miss Grant?!'
"Sir, the person downstairs is..."
"Didn't she get in the car?"
Kian Keller didn't need anyone to tell him. He knew that voice all too well.
Normally, he wasn't one to express himself strongly and didn't like to share his emotions. As a result, he was a man of few words who preferred quiet—the kind of absolute silence where even the sound of the wind disappeared.
