As the chill of autumn swept through, it carried a somber, melancholic whisper.
Giselle was determined to exit the car on her own, but Henry would allow it, effortlessly lifting her into his arms and escorting her into the elevator.
Sophie rushed to open the door and her expression subtly shifted upon seeing Giselle cradled in Mr. Jefferson’s arms.
Although she was fond of Miss Lamber, witnessing her return after attempting to flee stirred a complex mix of emotions within her.
As she knelt to change Henry’s shoes, Sophie inquired, “Sir, dinner is ready. Shall I serve it now?”
“Wait half an hour,” he responded.
With that, Henry carried Giselle, striding confidently up the stairs, bypassing the elevator.
The luxurious, handcrafted cashmere carpet underfoot made each step supremely com
