It was already very late, Asher Land was sitting in the living room, still not looking like he was going to sleep.
"Young Master, Miss Smith probably has something to do and won't be coming back tonight, you should rest first." Nanny Garcia stood at one side, glanced at the quiet night outside, and said softly.
"I'm not waiting for her, what does it matter to me where she goes?" Asher Land took a sip of coffee, trying to keep his mind clear.
Nanny Garcia sighed inwardly, anyone with eyes could see he was saying one thing and meaning another, but her young master had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
"Young Master,..."
"You don't have to worry about me, go and rest. Oh, and turn on all the lights outside the villa."
Nanny Garcia responded and did as Asher Land instructed.
That night was particularly hard for Asher Land; it seemed he had gotten used to the days she was there every night.
