Javier stood up slowly, slipping both hands into his pockets as he turned away from the boxes. His expression was unreadable, his eyes distant as he began walking toward the manor in silence, his footsteps quiet against the stone path.
Liana, who had just finished arranging the last of the table settings, glanced up and noticed his retreating figure. She tilted her head, her brow furrowing slightly.
Hmm? I wonder where Young Master is going?
She finished arranging the last of the table settings and made her way toward the boxes. She glanced inside and noticed the contents were slightly messy now, no longer as neat as she had left them. She let out a soft exhale, shaking her head with a fond smile.
He must have been looking through my things...
Her eyes landed on the swimsuit, the one she had carefully tucked away.
