"Sir… Sir Theodore." The man stammered.
Everetta slowly pulled away, spinning around with a suddenly deathly pale face that would have put the dead to shame.
"Pardon me for stumbling upon you." The steward muttered and made to turn away.
"Master Hamhut, wait!."
For a moment, he just stood there.
What just even happened?
How did he let one action ruin his peaceful existence so drastically.
"Come inside and close the door behind you, Sir. Perhaps we should discuss a few things." He finally found his voice.
Lady Whitmore turned to glance at him with wide eyes. "Talk about what?" She asked him, her voice a low whisper.
"Let me handle it. We will discuss this later."
Despite his look of shock, the man stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
"My lord, my lady, before you say anything, I would have you both know that I would not ignore what I have seen here today. The master of the house must be informed-"
"Sit down." He cut him off.
