That night, Dorian couldn't sleep.
Celeste also spent the entire night awake, troubled by this absurd agreement.
Early the next morning, Dorian prepared to leave as usual, not even bothering with breakfast.
Just then, Gary appeared behind him and respectfully said, "Sir, Sir Finch instructed that you must eat breakfast and dinner at home. Only lunch may be taken elsewhere."
Dorian clenched his fists tightly. He hated being controlled, but for her mother's sake, he had no choice but to be his grandfather's puppet.
Suppressing his anger, he returned to the dining table and sat down.
When Celeste came downstairs, she spotted Dorian sitting in the dining room.
As always, he wore a black dress shirt and slacks, exuding an elegant, dignified air. But his handsome face was tightly drawn, w
