Seeing Ben Lucas appear at the restaurant entrance, Harrison Lucas lifted his gaze, smiling as he spoke, "Major General, you're up... I was just about to call you. Auntie prepared breakfast for you..."
Harrison Lucas's smile didn't last long, for he saw the man's sharply defined face suddenly as if covered by frost, exuding an even colder expression than when he first appeared.
Harrison Lucas's heart slightly accelerated, for a second, his breath nearly caught in his throat.
He had exerted a tremendous amount of effort and self-control not to turn away at first sight of the young master.
Although Harrison Lucas faced Ben Lucas with a cheerful face, deep down... cough, of course, it wasn't "MMP," he was feeling guilty, extremely guilty.
If it weren't for Harrison Lucas returning and his legs feeling weak with acid reflux discomfort, he nearly couldn't walk.
