The butler's throat tightened, his hands folding behind his back to steady himself. "Do not speak a word of this to anyone," he ordered quietly. "Not a soul. Do you understand?"
Charles nodded immediately. "Yes, sir."
"Good."
The butler turned toward the bed again, his gaze heavy and conflicted. "If this continues, it will be trouble… great trouble," he muttered, half to himself.
The butler knew that if his master's rivals learn of this information, it would cause great trouble for Adrian Qinn. His master could not come in contact with the bodily fluids or skin of a woman. That was why every corner of the house had been sterilized with disinfectant, because of the maids working. Although they wore gloves and covered themselves, they still disinfected every single place they had touched.
