As soon as she stepped out the front door, Crossley Gibson shrank her neck as the night was cool like water.
The nights in June were not much warmer than those in late autumn. She pulled her light sweater tighter around her.
She walked around outside for a while. It was cloudy tonight, with no stars or moon visible, but fortunately, the street lamps in the villa house area were as bright as daylight.
After walking for more than half an hour, Crossley Gibson came to her senses. She stared in the direction of the villa house area gate, suddenly realizing that she seemed to be waiting for someone, and she knew very well who that was.
Startled, she frowned and turned to head back to the villa house.
"Sir probably won't be back tonight, you all can go," she heard the butler instructing the maids as soon as she entered the hall.
Crossley started walking towards the guest room, but after a while, she couldn't help but turn back.
"Butler, your sir..." she couldn't help but ask.
