Chapter 660

The butler watched the young master's retreating figure as he ascended the stairs, then turned toward the kitchen with a thoughtful expression. He made a mental note to instruct the cook to prepare some of the young mistress's favorite dishes. After all, this prolonged tension couldn't be good for either the young mistress or the unborn child. Meanwhile, Sheryl, standing near the tea table, gazed dreamily at the young master’s tall, commanding figure. The fantasies swirling in her heart grew harder to suppress. But she wouldn’t let anyone notice. She allowed herself only a fleeting second of distraction before quickly snapping back to reality, lowering her head to avoid the butler’s sharp gaze. If he caught even a hint of her thoughts, she’d surely be dismissed. And she couldn’t afford to lose this job—not now, not yet. ... Lambert gently pushed open the bedroom door. Ariana lay deep in slumber, her face as serene as ever. For some inexplicable reason, the corner of Lambert’s lips twit