At one point, Mrs. Lee even suspected that Henry was not into women.
The two maids behind Mrs. Lee, too, stared at Henry in shock. They rubbed their eyes at once, did they just see him smile?
The man standing in front of them was at least six foot three, his chiseled jawline sharp like a man-made sculpture, the contour on his face beautiful and charming, his dark pupils cold and bold.
He had already resumed his ordinary outlook by then. They must have seen it wrong.
“Why’re you two still standing there?” Mrs. Lee scolded the two maids who were dumbfounded by the mysterious smile on Henry’s face.
Henry had marched down the stairs elegantly by then, followed by Mrs. Lee behind him, and the two maids standing there transfixed.
As Henry got down, he stopped and looked up at them with his usual cold and emotionless gaze. The two maids almost staggered as their hands trembled a little, was he mad at them for not following him down?
“Mrs. Lee, why don’t you stay up there, so that when Little Nomi wakes up later, you can help her wash and bring her down.” Henry informed with a faint smile.
Mrs. Lee was in shock, since when had the Young Master cared so much about someone? She understood him right away, what he meant was to keep Little Nomi’s voice down so she did not wake Monique up.
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