The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over Grace's peaceful face. She had tossed and turned late into the night, her mind a whirlwind of worries. Today was a day off for the King family, so naturally, there was no need to rise early.
Besides, she was still effectively under house arrest by Peter.
It wasn't until noon that Grace finally stirred awake, taking her time. She didn't even bother to freshen up before heading downstairs to find something to eat.
Yawning widely, she made her way downstairs and spotted Peter lounging on the sofa, sipping tea. But...
Why did he suddenly look thirty years older? How long had she been asleep?
Greg, noticing her descent, knitted his brows in confusion. "Tim, call the young master over for me."
Hearing him address Tim
