The butler: "…Did you forget what young master Jared instructed you? He wants you to make sure you eat well."
Timmy reluctantly leaned over his meal, thinking that once Melody Thorne returned, he would immediately stick to her, to avoid her going upstairs and not being able to come down, missing her meal.
When the two came downstairs, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. If it weren't for Melody saying she was hungry, Jared probably wouldn't have let her go.
On the sofa in the hall, Timmy sat fuming, his finely carved little face looking somewhat round.
Seeing the two come downstairs, he ignored them and turned his head away.
"Young master is angry again!" The butler chuckled, bringing out the warmed-up dishes. "Madam will be ready soon; I guess you two have been too busy these days to pay him any attention."
Melody gave a warning glare at the man beside her, "Be more restrained in the future. No more 'this and that' before sleeping!"
