Wyatt stared blankly at the distinguished and elegant figure in the living room, and for some reason, his eyes turned red.
He had been by the young master's side for over twenty years, and apart from the now-deceased madam and miss, when had the young master ever cared about someone this much?
Tomorrow would bring endless busy work again, and no matter how healthy the young master was, he wasn't a robot. How could he refresh himself without rest?
Wyatt wanted to remind Adrian Law that it was already two in the morning, but when the words reached his mouth, he couldn't utter a single syllable.
In the end, he could only tiptoe to the washroom, and when he returned from the restroom, the figure in the living room was still sitting upright, seemingly without a hint of sleepiness.
Can one really be so obsessed when loving someone?
Wyatt sighed silently and finally tiptoed back to the guest room.
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