Roy Thompson coughed several times, wiping away the cold tears from the corners of his eyes. A man doesn't cry easily, just because he hasn't been heartbroken yet.
He used to think life was long, that he had plenty of chances and time to wait. But he underestimated Lily Shaw's charm and her appeal to men.
He had just been abroad, and when he returned to Silvercrest, he was shocked to find that the girl he had secretly loved for years had married, no longer belonging only to him.
The girl he was infatuated with had become another man's wife while he wasn't paying attention.
"Young Master, Miss Shaw has always thought of you as a younger brother." The little butler hesitated for a moment, then decided to sprinkle salt on his master's wound after giving him another blow.
"Shut up!" Roy's eyes widened, breathing heavily, flames flaring from his chest as if they were about to burst through the top of his head.
