After the servant left, Joanna quietly walked to the door and knocked on it.
Sighing softly, she whispered, 'Quinton." It was as if her voice held some kind of enchantment.
Quinton, who was initially dispirited, instantly reacted.
Quinton quickly opened the door and looked at Joanna with bright eyes.
"Joanna, you're finally home! I would have gone mad if you took any longer." Quinton's voice was weak because he hadn't eaten or drank anything for a few days, and his face was full of stubble too.
Although his mask hid more than half of his face, his downcast expression could still be seen.
Joanna frowned at him.
"What's the matter with you? They said you locked yourself up in your room and haven't been eating or drinking." "Don't listen to their crap.I was just annoyed and looked forward to your return.
I didn't care about anyone else." Quinton's lips curved into a grin.
"Is… Is that so?" Joanna forced a smile onto her face.
