When the two men returned to the Vantaxia Mansion, Mr. Joseph Vantacia was sitting on the sofa in the drawing-room.

Seeing Gray and Shaida returning together, he stood up, nodded, and said, "You're all tired, go rest." Then he got up and walked out of the parlour, not knowing where he had gone.

Shaida had a faint question in her heart - could it be that she had been waiting here?

But he didn't say anything.

On the day, everything went smoothly. Angela and her mother went to Shaida's room and carefully asked if there was anything wrong with her. Dinner was still quiet, but there seemed to be no initial apprehension anymore.

The important thing is that Gray is always by his side, like a tree with a calm breath, which can give people a lot of strength.

Here, it's too different from your own home, but it's not the same, it's not necessarily bad. That night, Shaida slept in a room specially prepared for herself, thinking about what had happened that day.

The room was so comfortable, furnished or something, not flashy at all, but of high quality to the point of madness, every corner, every detail was impeccable. As soon as you move in, you will understand that the person who prepared this room must have put a lot of thought into it.

Shaida guessed that perhaps this was arranged and arranged by Mr. Luke himself, but Mr. Luke was the housekeeper of this manor, and what kind of guest rooms he prepared for guests naturally depended on the meaning of the real owner of this manor.

After bathing, cover with a soft silk cotton quilt and sink into the cloud-like pillow, which feels very comfortable. If this really is an unpleasant family, then the comfort of the moment will not be so absolute.

In the future, it may take a long, long time to get to know them, right? Thinking of this, the tension I felt during the day was all gone for some reason. Under the hypnosis of the soft bed and the right temperature, Shaida soon fell asleep.

Due to a good night's sleep, the next day, Shaida woke up early. She looked out the window and saw that the sky was just beginning to lighten, and everyone must still be resting, so she decided to go out for a walk in the small garden alone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked through the living room, I met Mr. Luke with a large tea tray.

Even though it was summer, and it was an early morning when there was no one in sight, Mr. Luke had already dressed neatly in a black suit and even wore a tie meticulously. At the sight of Shaida, he smiled with a warm smile that was immediately reminiscent of Benjamin.

"Miss Shaida, how was your rest last night?"

Xia Yida nodded hurriedly: "I slept very well, the room was very comfortable, thank you so much!" ”

This is not a polite greeting, but a sincere gratitude.

Mr. Luke still smiled and said, "That's wonderful, I'm afraid I'm afraid you won't get used to such an environment, Miss Shaida." ”

Looking at the eyes that were almost exactly the same as Benjamin's, but with a little more depth and love, Shaida thought that maybe Benjamin had said something to him beforehand.

For example, your own personality, your own preferences...... This father and son are really delicate and breathtaking.

"Where is Mr. Luke going so early?" Shaida asked curiously.

"It's not early, at least for Mr. Vantaxia." Luke laughed, "Most of Mr. Fantasia's creative inspiration comes early in the morning, so he gets up very early, and now, I'm afraid his main creative work has been completed, so I'm going to bring him some black tea, he is used to drinking a cup of black tea in the morning." ”

"Is it done so early?"

Shaida looked out at the freshly dark sky and imagined how early Mr. Vantasia would have to get up.

Mr. Luke looked at her kindly and smiled, "Miss, I have some other things to deal with, would you like to deliver black tea instead of me?" ”

Shaida was startled, and she couldn't help but feel a little flustered when she thought of Mr. Fantaxia's serious expression.

But having gone out with Gray yesterday, I felt like I had figured out a lot of things, and wouldn't the opportunity to get to know Mr. Fantacia up close and personal was just the right thing to do?

In fact, when I think of Mr. Joseph Fantasia, it is not only his serious expression that comes to mind, but also his hair color and eyes with a slight blue-gray sheen. Except that the hair color is slightly lighter than Gray's, the two of them really look the same.

There is also the habit of loving black tea, and the two of them are also very similar, which makes people feel cordial all of a sudden.

Well, it's Gray's father!

"I'm willing to go!" At the thought of Gray, Shaida's heart softened unconsciously.

Mr. Luke handed the tray to Shaida and described in succinct terms the location of Mr. Fantasia's workshop.

He seemed confident in Shaida's memory and sense of direction, presumably from his son, Benjamin.

Shaida has a really good sense of direction, almost never gets lost, and is always very accurate in finding a specific place, all of which are skills that she has cultivated since she was a child herding on the grasslands.

It's not very cute, but it's useful.

According to Luke's account, she found Mr. Fantasia's workshop without much difficulty. There was no one on the entire floor, it was very quiet, except for the room where the lights were on, and the lights were already a little dim in the morning light.

Shaida stood in the doorway and could clearly see Mr. Vantaxia.

Her steps were light and did not disturb Mr. Vantasia, so he remained immersed in what he was concentratingly studying.

Shaida held the tea tray and stayed at the door.

Mr. Joseph Fantasia was not at work at the moment, but he was holding an object in his hand, looking up and down, gesturing back and forth, and that clumsy gesture somewhat subverted the impression of seriousness and elegance that he had left in his heart.

It was this object that froze Shaida.

What Mr. Vantaxia was holding was the gift that Shaida had given her the day before—the short wooden stick that had been used to knock on the back.

From this point of view, this stick is indeed quite incompatible with the elegant Mr. Fantasia, and even seems a little funny. Shaida couldn't help but be ashamed of the "gift" she chose.

But didn't Mr. Fantasia coldly throw it aside yesterday? I thought it was going to be shelved from that moment on.

Unexpectedly, in this deserted early morning, Mr. Fantasia would be here alone to "practice" the use of wooden sticks.

Shaida couldn't help but laugh softly when she saw him try, reaching behind her in an awkward position and trying to hit her back.