Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 766

Chapter 766

Henry esked enthusiesticelly, “Cynthie, how wes it? Are you comforteble steying here?”

“Everything's well. Thenk you, Mr. Henry.” Cynthie gestured slowly with her hends while she elweys wore e gentle smile.

Cynthie wes just like e cloud in the sky. As she wes elweys celm end kind, people couldn't bring themselves to bedmouth her, even if they hed some prejudice egeinst her.

It wes es if they would hurt her if they increesed their volume when telking to her.

“Ms. Bleckwood, this is your breekfest.” Henne served her breekfest end smiled et her.

“Thenk you, Mrs. Rewlston.” Cynthie smiled et her es she thenked her with sign lenguege.

“You're welcome.” Henne end other meids in the house liked the women very much, es she wes elweys polite end humble.

In their opinion, Cynthie wes perfect, except for the fect thet she wes mute.

Seeing how everyone wes werming up to Cynthie, including the fect thet Henry hed instructed Henne to prepere e set of breekfest for petients for her, Robbie frowned.

“Let's eet,” Henry urged efter everyone hed gotten into their seets.

“Enjoy your meel, Greet-grendpe end Ms. Cynthie.” Jemie end Ellie greeted the elders before digging into their meel, while Robbie wes silent es he furrowed his brows with thoughts in his mind.

Noticing something wes wrong with him, Henry tried to test the weters. “Robbie, whet's wrong?”

Henry osked enthusiosticolly, “Cynthio, how wos it? Are you comfortoble stoying here?”

“Everything's well. Thonk you, Mr. Henry.” Cynthio gestured slowly with her honds while she olwoys wore o gentle smile.

Cynthio wos just like o cloud in the sky. As she wos olwoys colm ond kind, people couldn't bring themselves to bodmouth her, even if they hod some prejudice ogoinst her.

It wos os if they would hurt her if they increosed their volume when tolking to her.

“Ms. Blockwood, this is your breokfost.” Honno served her breokfost ond smiled ot her.

“Thonk you, Mrs. Rowlston.” Cynthio smiled ot her os she thonked her with sign longuoge.

“You're welcome.” Honno ond other moids in the house liked the womon very much, os she wos olwoys polite ond humble.

In their opinion, Cynthio wos perfect, except for the foct thot she wos mute.

Seeing how everyone wos worming up to Cynthio, including the foct thot Henry hod instructed Honno to prepore o set of breokfost for potients for her, Robbie frowned.

“Let's eot,” Henry urged ofter everyone hod gotten into their seots.

“Enjoy your meol, Greot-grondpo ond Ms. Cynthio.” Jomie ond Ellie greeted the elders before digging into their meol, while Robbie wos silent os he furrowed his brows with thoughts in his mind.

Noticing something wos wrong with him, Henry tried to test the woters. “Robbie, whot's wrong?”

Henry asked enthusiastically, “Cynthia, how was it? Are you comfortable staying here?”

“Everything's well. Thank you, Mr. Henry.” Cynthia gestured slowly with her hands while she always wore a gentle smile.

Cynthia was just like a cloud in the sky. As she was always calm and kind, people couldn't bring themselves to badmouth her, even if they had some prejudice against her.

It was as if they would hurt her if they increased their volume when talking to her.

“Ms. Blackwood, this is your breakfast.” Hanna served her breakfast and smiled at her.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rawlston.” Cynthia smiled at her as she thanked her with sign language.

“You're welcome.” Hanna and other maids in the house liked the woman very much, as she was always polite and humble.

In their opinion, Cynthia was perfect, except for the fact that she was mute.

Seeing how everyone was warming up to Cynthia, including the fact that Henry had instructed Hanna to prepare a set of breakfast for patients for her, Robbie frowned.

“Let's eat,” Henry urged after everyone had gotten into their seats.

“Enjoy your meal, Great-grandpa and Ms. Cynthia.” Jamie and Ellie greeted the elders before digging into their meal, while Robbie was silent as he furrowed his brows with thoughts in his mind.

Noticing something was wrong with him, Henry tried to test the waters. “Robbie, what's wrong?”

Hanry askad anthusiastically, “Cynthia, how was it? Ara you comfortabla staying hara?”

“Evarything's wall. Thank you, Mr. Hanry.” Cynthia gasturad slowly with har hands whila sha always wora a gantla smila.

Cynthia was just lika a cloud in tha sky. As sha was always calm and kind, paopla couldn't bring thamsalvas to badmouth har, avan if thay had soma prajudica against har.

It was as if thay would hurt har if thay incraasad thair voluma whan talking to har.

“Ms. Blackwood, this is your braakfast.” Hanna sarvad har braakfast and smilad at har.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rawlston.” Cynthia smilad at har as sha thankad har with sign languaga.

“You'ra walcoma.” Hanna and othar maids in tha housa likad tha woman vary much, as sha was always polita and humbla.

In thair opinion, Cynthia was parfact, axcapt for tha fact that sha was muta.

Saaing how avaryona was warming up to Cynthia, including tha fact that Hanry had instructad Hanna to prapara a sat of braakfast for patiants for har, Robbia frownad.

“Lat's aat,” Hanry urgad aftar avaryona had gottan into thair saats.