3rd Person’s POV
Thorne held Randy’s hand. He guided him to the luxurious and fur-type couch. It felt like sitting on clouds. Randy maintained his gaze at Thorne’s eyes. While the jerk anxiously looked everywhere as if he was searching for something.
A maid walked in front of them. Thorne called it. “Hey. Do you know where dad is?” he asked.
The maid could not look straight at Thorne. Nonetheless, she bobbed her head. Thorne’s foul attitude frightens everyone in the house. Except Tyrone and his grandfather, Celso.
“They are on the second floor, Sir Thorne,” Mary Anne responded. Her ears perked up and eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing Thorne thanking him. “Thanks,” and as she lifted her gaze, her cheeks blushed. Thorne was smiling at him.
A miracle, to say the least, that Thorn
