"Where's the weirdness?" Arthur Lindsey smirked.
"He seemed to be worried about us just now, and when he saw us return, a touch of rosiness finally appeared on his slightly pale little face," Ella Lacey said with strong conviction.
"You're quite observant," Arthur Lindsey suddenly said, lifting her up and heading upstairs.
Ella Lacey wrapped around his enchanting body, staring at the empty villa, the only sound being Arthur's footsteps on the wooden stairs, she whispered:
"It seems like everyone at home has gone to sleep, only he stayed up waiting for us... He really likes us, inviting us to the Johnson Family... and worrying about our safety..."
"Don't flatter yourself," Arthur Lindsey threw cold water on her.
But Ella Lacey disagreed, pouting her lips, "Arthur, is it my feeling that's off? I always feel like Young Master is especially nice to us, even though he's also a cool little guy... just like our little Mosquito Baby..."
"Shut up!"
