"Yes, Lord Jones," Dora said, turning to leave with the tray of pastries.
The balcony was now left with just Jones and Adelle.
Watching Dora's departing figure, Adelle said meaningfully, "You treat your servant quite well."
"She grew up with me." Jones replied casually.
"Oh really? I also had a servant who grew up with me, but he died a few years ago."
"Died?"
"Yes, forget it, let's not talk about this." Adelle rubbed his temples, then continued, "I apologize for today. I really didn't mean it."
"I know, I'm not angry with you," Jones said, lifting the teacup and taking a sip.
"Alright," Adelle laughed awkwardly, his eyes flickering.
For some reason, Jones always felt that Adelle's gaze was constantly shifting. Adelle was always wide-eyed as if he was pondering something.
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