Chapter 72 Where was Jeremy? (1/2)

Harry stormed into the house, ignoring the shocked look from the gardeners and even the butler who opened the door for him.

It seemed like Young Master was having a bad mood again.

The butler signalled the gardeners to continue pruning and doing whatever they needed to do to beautify the garden and the front side. Then, he quickly went into the kitchen and told one of the maids to prepare Young Master's favourite. He hoped it would make Young Master felt better.

When he looked for his Young Master, bringing a small plate of volcano pudding and a triple chocolate shake, he found Harry at the swimming pool. He placed the food and drink on a small desk and waited.

Harry finally noticed the butler after two laps. He draped his arms on the edge of the pool and looked up at the older man. He just stared at the butler silently.

”Young Master, the kitchen has prepared your favourite volcano pudding and a triple chocolate shake,” the butler announced politely.

He pulled himself out of the pool and went to where the butler was. He wrapped himself with a gold bathrobe and rubbed his hair with a white towel.

”Would you like to change your clothes first before eating or...” his words trailed off as the butler waited for Harry's reply.

Harry simply took the glass of his chocolate shake and sucked it through the straw. He signalled the butler to leave him alone, which the butler obeyed.

Harry looked at the pudding. His mind automatically flew toward Ryn. Would she like it? She would be, right? She loved eating so much. She must like desert too other than steaks.

He covered his face with the towel. His anger was gone at the thought of the adorable Ryn. He missed her so much. When would she return?

The food was half-eaten when he got up and went to his room. Maybe he could call her and ask?

It made his mood better at that thought. He did not even bother to change into a dry and clean clothes, too excited to hear her voice. He quickly locked the door and reached for his phone.

He did not think much about whether she was busy or tired. He did not even think about the time differences between the two places.

He waited.

And waited.

And waited.

But no answer.

She did not answer his call!

His face darkened. Was she ignoring him?

His mind started to wander irrationally. He did not care how weird it was for him to call suddenly.

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Ryn opened her eyes with a soft yawn.

The make-up artist smiled seeing her. She, and the hairstylist, actually noticed her fell asleep... again. Today was the second time they worked with Ryn and they found her peculiar behaviour so funny.

The make-up artist stepped backward to give space for Ryn to look at her reflection.