In the room next door, the soundproofing foam Caius had installed was doing its job—he couldn't hear a single sound from Selena’s bedroom.
But he could still hear the door.
He knew exactly when Silas had carried Selena inside, and he knew that the meddling butler hadn’t emerged for nearly two hours. When Silas finally did come out, it was followed by a flurry of activity—the opening and closing of the door as he moved items in and out.
Caius was no stranger to the affairs of men and women. In fact, he was an expert. He didn't need to hear the moans to know exactly what had transpired between the butler and the mistress behind that soundproofed wall.
Caius slammed his wine glass down, his jaw tight enough to c***k bone.
So this is the "task not fit for a brother," you bastard? He thoug
