"Young Master, Miss Jane lives in the small room at the very end, she lives alone."
The housekeeper answered with his head down. He's not a fool; of course, he knows what the young master wishes to do, which is why he arranged for a separate room beside hers.
"Give me the key."
Joshua Hughes said coldly. He wanted to see if she could endure after doing a servant's work all day long.
More importantly, he was inexplicably enchanted, desiring her. For several days now, with year-end affairs being so many, plus it being inconvenient for her too, he hadn't touched her for several days, as if every cell in his body was clamoring to possess her.
Only when he deeply possessed her would he feel that she belonged to him.
The housekeeper took a key out of his pocket; ever since the car drove into the courtyard, he had placed the key to Miss Jane's room in his pocket. The young master's actions are always unfathomable, except when it comes to Miss Jane.
