On the way back, Luther was sitting in the passenger seat as he carefully watched his master through the rearview mirror via his periphery

He noticed that his master’s brows had not relaxed the entire journey. The atmosphere in the car was even more oppressive. One could not breathe.

He had been with Byron for so long but rarely ever saw him so angry.

For a while, Luther was a little confused. He did not understand what his master’s feelings for Rosalie were.

If he liked her, the problem was