Kyson couldn’t 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.


    “Mr.


    Shaw? What’s happened to you?”


    Connolly’s voice wasced with surprise.This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    Kyson had been perfectly normal when he left that morning.


    Why was he dressed in women’s 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 day’s events, Kyson didn’t feel like exining.


    He just headed straight into the vi, with Connolly trailing behind.


    Once inside, Kyson asked nonchntly, “How has everything been at home today?”


    “Everything is fine,” Connolly responded.


    Recalling his promise to Dulcie to dere their marriage to everyone at the Shaw residence, Kyson inquired, “How have things been between Sally and Dulcietely? Are they getting along well?”


    Connolly, while subtly observing Kyson’s attire, thought it was odd that such a delicate outfit matched a gruff voice.


    He replied, “Sally is quite fond of your maid.


    She frequently invites her to the rose corridor for swings.


    It’s a ce she cherishes and usually restricts ess to, but she makes an exception for Dulcie.


    It seems she really likes her.


    ”


    Given Dulcie’s amiable nature and soft demeanor, it was no surprise Sally was drawn to her.


    With a neutral expression, Kysonmanded, “Tell Cyrus to wait in the living room when he returns from work.


    Have Sallye downstairs in an hour, and Dulcie as well.


    I need to make an important announcement.


    ”


    Connolly, curious about the “important announcement,” followed Kyson into the vi’s living room.


    “I heard Dulcie was busy sweeping the backyard all afternoon.


    Not sure if she’s finished yet.


    ”


    Kyson halted, puzzled, and turned to Connolly.


    “She’s assigned to my quarters.


    Who tasked her with cleaning the backyard?”


    “Not me,” Connolly swiftly responded, noticing Kyson’s irritation.


    “I’ve 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.


    ”


    Kyson’s brow furrowed.


    Why would the head maid want this kept a secret?


    Something did not feel right.


    “Who is this head maid?” he asked.


    Connolly said, “Betty.


    She’s just been promoted two days ago.


    Hyde rmended her, so I entrusted her with a significant role.


    ”


    Kyson, his expression unreadable, headed straight for the backyard without a word.