Easton waved respectfully at Ohara with a polite smile on his face as the carriage drove away. As soon as she was out of sight he frowned and turned around, he flounced off, he murmured to himself.
"How typical of Ian, leaving me to clean up his messes. He never thinks, never thinks." Easton grumbled to himself as he walked.
The guards he passed by who could decipher when he was in one of his grumbling moods did not even bother greeting him as he passed by. It did not matter if they saluted him, he would not reply to them at all.
Easton was definitely in a foul mood. He had nothing on his mind other than dealing with Ian's nescience. Even though he still did not agree with Ian's choice of wife, it did not mean that Ian should be ignorant and play his cards foolishly.
