Kyson couldnât believe his eyes.
From a distance, Connolly spotted a tall, robust figure at the gates, assuming it was a maid.
But as he drew closer, the unique blue eyes unmistakably belonged to Kyson.
âMr.
Shaw? Whatâs happened to you?â
Connollyâs voice was laced with surprise.
Kyson had been perfectly normal when he left that morning.
Why was he dressed in womenâs clothes now?
Connolly gave Kyson a thorough once-over, noting his surprisingly slim legs.
The guard, overhearing Connolly address this unfamiliar person as Mr.
Shaw, quickly stepped aside to let him pass.
Wearied from the dayâs events, Kyson didnât feel like explaining.
He just headed straight into the villa, with Connolly trailing behind.
Once inside, Kyson asked nonchalantly, âHow has everything been at home today?â
âEverything is fine,â Connolly responded.
Recalling his promise to Dulcie to declare their marriage to everyone at the Shaw residence, Kyson inquired, âHow have things been between Sally and Dulcie lately? Are they getting along well?â
Connolly, while subtly observing Kysonâs attire, thought it was odd that such a delicate outfit matched a gruff voice.
He replied, âSally is quite fond of your maid.
She frequently invites her to the rose corridor for swings.
Itâs a place she cherishes and usually restricts access to, but she makes an exception for Dulcie.
It seems she really likes her.
â
Given Dulcieâs amiable nature and soft demeanor, it was no surprise Sally was drawn to her.
With a neutral expression, Kyson commanded, âTell Cyrus to wait in the living room when he returns from work.
Have Sally come downstairs in an hour, and Dulcie as well.
I need to make an important announcement.
â
Connolly, curious about the âimportant announcement,â followed Kyson into the villaâs living room.
âI heard Dulcie was busy sweeping the backyard all afternoon.
Not sure if sheâs finished yet.
â
Kyson halted, puzzled, and turned to Connolly.
âSheâs assigned to my quarters.
Who tasked her with cleaning the backyard?â
âNot me,â Connolly swiftly responded, noticing Kysonâs irritation.
âIâve been out all afternoon and only returned half an hour ago.
The head maid informed me about it.
Dulcie was apparently bored and volunteered.
The head maid told me to keep it from you, but I felt you should know, given her special status.
â
Kysonâs brow furrowed.
Why would the head maid want this kept a secret?
Something did not feel right.
âWho is this head maid?â he asked.
Connolly said, âBetty.
Sheâs just been promoted two days ago.
Hyde recommended her, so I entrusted her with a significant role.
â
Kyson, his expression unreadable, headed straight for the backyard without a word.