Like I had never seen before.
He reached out and pinched her nose lightly. “Why aren’t you wearing shoes again? What if you get sick? Do you even take care of yourself?”
She laughed, leaning into him. “If I get sick, then you’ll have to stay with me all the time, right?”
They kept talking, teasing each other as if nothing else existed.
Like they were the only two people in the world.
I stood there, watching.
What was I, then?
The butler stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Sir, the master hasn’t been well lately. You should be more careful.”
I knew what he meant.
The last time Argus came here, he fought with his grandfather over Celine. It got so bad the old man had to be rushed to the hospital overnight.
Argus frowned, clearly annoyed. “Why does Grandpa suddenly want to see Dahlia? What is it this time? More gossip?”
Before anyone could answer, a voice came from upstairs.
“Is there something I’m not allowed to hear?”
I looked up.
Grandpa slowly walked down, leaning on his cane but still steady.
My chest tightened.
Without thinking, I stepped forward to support him. “Careful, Grandpa,” I said softly.
He looked at me and nodded, his expression warming just a little.