His Darling Shrew |18+ (His Darling Series #2)

Chapter 3

"Ha..." He sighed. "Why did my brother send you again?"

"To keep an eye you, young master."

"As you can see, I'm living quite well."

"The master sent me to watch over you."

"...Tell brother that he has nothing to worry about."

"Cough." The young man held his hand to his lips.

"He was afraid you'll conceive a child with your continuous and active activities without further guidance."

Lyle headed inside, walking past the man. "Cedric, brother had already sent Seager to watch over me. Why would he send you?"

"As you've said before, the more the merrier." Cedric spoke, pertaining to Lyle's quotes about women.

"You-!"

"Anyway, young master. I've already finished preparing your dinner, along with your medicinal bath. I shall head out now. Please call for me whenever you need anything." The young servant walked out, not sparring Lyle a glance.

"That little-" The door slammed on Lyle's face.

"Whatever." Lyle sat down on the table, glancing at the magnificent food.

"At least he cooks well." Lyle murmured, picking the fork and knife.

Lyle elegantly sliced the grilled meat. His table manners remained refined and elegant, as the lessons he recieved when he was younger was engraved in him.

After finishing his meal, Lyle began to undress. He tugged on the string, loosening his collar as he gently pulled his clothes up. Lyle threw the clothes on the bed as he walked towards the elevated mirror, checking himself.

"Ahh... as expected, I'm as dashing and charming as ever." He grinned as he looked at his face.

He soon began to undo his trousers, making it fall to the wooden floor. Lyle walked to the bath. The herbs that was mixed with the water greeted his nose. Gently, Lyle stepped in the bathtub.

'I guess it's not bad to let Cedric stay.'

Lyle leaned his head back, feeling relaxed as he lets the warm water drench him. With his hands around the tub, Lyle slowly sunk his body deeper.

Remembering his brother, Lyle's brows furrowed lightly. 'What could brother possibly want?'

His eyes sublty narrowed. "No way..."

'Is he going to force me to an arranged marriage again?'

Lyle shook his head. "No. I shouldn't think negatively."

'Maybe he just missed me.'

"..."

'With my loving personality, of course it is likely the reason.' He thought proudly, full of himself.

Feeling the relaxing warmth, Lyle stayed in the tub far longer than he had intended. After half an hour, he decided to finally change to his sleep wear.

Lyle rose to his feet. The water dripped from his body, drenched and wet. Grabbing the towel on the edge, Lyle wiped his face dry before wrapping it around his waist. The droplets of water dropped to the floor, coming from his drenched hair. Stopping by the mirror, Lyle stared at himself, yet again.

'With this face and body, Thellia would definitely fall for me.' He grinned in a smug manner.

Lyle reached down the bed to grab his sleep wear, only to find the bed empty. 'What?'