Ethan's eyes held that calm, steely sharpness-like someone trained to keep everything under control. Just one look from him could make you feel oddly safe, but also gave off this "don't even try to guess what I'm thinking" vibe.
Celeste's heart skipped a beat. She just stared at him, trying to figure out if what he'd said earlier was really true.
Right then, a knock came at the door, breaking the charged silence in the room.
"Young Master, lunch is almost ready. Madam asked me to let you and Mrs. Shaw know to come down."
Still dazed, Celeste blinked-wait, lunch already? She'd just woken up! Ethan replied calmly, "Alright, we're coming."
After the maid left, Celeste frowned. "Isn't lunch kind of early today?"
"It's not early," Ethan gave her a casual glance. "Same time a
