In all that time, Tyler had never regretted his decision.
“Is anything the matter?” Tyler asked, his eyes still clearing as he stifled a yawn. The butler had not left his room, which was not the usual pattern.
The elderly man’s face twitched lightly, his eyes dampening. Tyler pursed his lips, sitting up slowly.
“No, Sir,” Charles replied, his voice thick.
Tyler blinked, sleep finally leaving his body.
He straightened, his eyes fixed on Charles’ blue ones.
“What is it?” Tyler asked evenly, searching the old man’s face.
“If I may, you need more sleep, Sir,” the reserved butler replied slowly, clearing his throat as he spoke, and shifting his eyes to the windows behind Tyler’s bed.
Tyler aspirated.
He knew the man was lying, deflecting. As an expert in the business, he could tell. Bu
