Bertha bowed to Adrian,"Good morning, Second Young Master. You look... exceptionally well today. Shall I serve breakfast?"
"Yes," Once Adrian took a seat, he tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes darting toward the hallway again, "And... where is she?"
Bertha paused in surprise,"Miss Yu? She left quite early this morning, sir. She mentioned having an appointment."
Even without his memories, the second master was still looking for Miss Yu. Bertha felt a pang of bittersweet hope, but it was quickly dashed.
Adrian looked away calmly, "Good. I was just making sure my morning wouldn't be ruined."
Bertha: "_"
The surrounding servants: "_"
'You're the one who practically forced her to move in last night,' they all thought in unison, but not a single soul dared to voice it.
Adrian waved a hand dismissively, his bubbly demeanor returning as he pointed toward the French windows, "The light is perfect today. Have the staff set up my easel and paints in the garden.''
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