'I'll make sure that I help the young master love her so dearly that she will pack up and leave due to excess love.'
With that she wasn't as mad with herself as she had been before as she hurried back to the servants' quarters.
Meanwhile in her cozy room, Grace was so immersed in the information she was getting from her phone that she forgot about her environment.
She's been checking on how to take care of autistic children and she didn't realize the passage of time.
It was the sound of the door opening that distracted her from her phone.
"Hey sweetheart," she smiled at the head that popped out from the doorway.
Dropping her phone on the coffee table, she carefully wheeled herself to the door to bring the little boy in who had not entered nor responded since she greeted him.
As she opened her door wider to pull him in, she saw another adult standing with an expressionless face behind the boy.
"Mr…," she jogged her memory to remember the grumpy man's name.
