A deep frown pulled Andrew's brows together when he heard the knock on the door.
Who the hell was that?
His eyes turned deadly in an instant as if he wanted to incinerate whoever was behind that door.
Using that as a chance, Anne jumped down from Andrew's arms and ran off to open the door.
"Dinner is ready, mistress." Someone, evidently one of the staff informed and Anne thanked the person and turned to him.
"Let's go eat."
Eat, Andrew had that word in mind, but other than food, there was something else he would much rather be eating at this very moment.
Still feeling slightly pissed that he had been interrupted, he followed her down nonetheless, her radiant mood eventually making him forget he was upset.
Every moment he spent with her was genuinely heartwarming. Like how she was happily talking to him about anything that came to mind, his favorite thing to listen to was her voice. Soft and girly, it always sounded musical and sweet to the ears.
