When Amanda opened the door, she found Benjamin standing there. Their eyes met. His gaze was calm, while hers carried a slight smile.
"Fourth Master, you’re back?" she greeted.
At the sound of "Fourth Master," Benjamin’s brow twitched slightly. It used to be "Mr. Schmidt." Now it was "Fourth Master." No matter the title, it all sounded a bit grating to his ears.
Her smile was sweet.
Benjamin realized that just now, and the thought unsettled him a little.
“Mhm. I came to check on Mark,” he said, eyes downcast, avoiding hers.
But in Amanda’s eyes, he looked just like a shy young man—blushing whenever he saw a girl.
She turned to push the wheelchair, and Benjamin hesitated a second before moving his hand from the automatic switch, letting her push him into the room instead.
“Miranda c
