Liam descended the grand staircase of Bellemere Mansion, with the clink of porcelain and the faint sound of conversation picked up by his enhanced senses, guiding him toward the dining room, where Evelyn and the girls had just finished setting the table.
"Good morning, sir," Evelyn greeted with her usual warm smile, stepping back to give him space. The maids echoed her, bowing lightly before resuming their tasks.
"Good morning, Evelyn. Good morning, girls," Liam returned the greetings with a smile, his eyes meeting theirs.
Evelyn and the girls froze for a moment, their eyes widening in surprise.
Until now, he had always replied with a curt "morning" or, at best, "morning, Evelyn." But today was different. His tone carried the same warmth as theirs, and the simple act of meeting their eyes left them oddly touched.
