The words spun and settled at the base of the screen, and then a picture filled half of it- Lord Jethro and Grey in the bathroom, kissing.
A reporter stood on the other half of the screen, his face frozen in shock.
The image was clear enough that anyone looking could tell exactly what was happening. The faces were clear as well.
The sound of the anchor's voice faded into the background.
For a long moment, no one spoke. The maids who had been listening to the warnings just seconds ago stood rigid, their eyes wide.
They looked as if they wanted to look back at Lord Jethro, but could not bring themselves to.
Lord Jethro remained a few steps back, his gaze fixed on the screen. His expression did not change, but his body did not look calm either. He stood still, as if he was waiting for the world to collapse.
Before the news anchor could say anything, he turned and walked back toward his room. He moved as if he had decided to let whatever happened happen.
