Baron Lawrence watched her walk away, his gaze following her silhouette as it disappeared on the beach. He stood quietly on the sand for a while, observing the ocean's tides rising and falling with the dusk, his thin lips slowly forming a straight line…
Scott Harris had been waiting behind him the whole time, looking at his lonely figure, not daring to say a word or disturb him.
Only when Baron Lawrence turned around did Scott step forward, handing over the phone and said in a low voice, "Lord, there's a call for you."
Baron Lawrence's hawk-like eyes suddenly chilled as he took the phone from Scott, stepped aside, and returned the call.
By the time he came back after the call, Scott could clearly feel that his mood had worsened.
Scott, concerned, said, "Lord, has Ms. Skye done something?"
He hadn't wanted to ask this. As the housekeeper, it wasn't his place to pry into matters the Lord didn't speak of. But he truly didn't want to see the Lord looking so irritable.
