Late at night.
Sebastian pulled into Imperial Crest Residences and glanced up at the second-floor master bedroom through the windshield. The lights were off.
He stared at that patch of darkness for a while, then unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
The housekeeper, who was still up, came over looking surprised. "Sir, you're back? Madam just went to bed. Would you like a late-night snack?"
"Just a bowl of porridge," Sebastian replied mildly.
The housekeeper, clearly pleased about his return, eagerly went to the kitchen.
Sebastian shrugged off his coat and tossed it over the back of the sofa. While waiting for the porridge, he scrolled through his phone, glancing at a few work messages before eventually opening his photo album.
The housekeeper brought the
