Sierra's heartache

Veil was supposed to get some rest.

But once Saoirse stepped into the bathroom, she never came out again.

She didn't even acknowledge his presence.

Veil, being understanding as always, figured she must be exhausted and full of internal impurities. While the position of those impurities varied, the contrast in colors still gave off a somewhat pleasing black-and-white harmony.

Not wanting to disturb her further, he simply said a word of farewell and left.

With Kai's steady driving, Veil soon arrived at his private villa.

He hadn't even stepped inside yet when he spotted someone standing outside the door.

Sierra.

She was dressed in an extremely modest outfit—long coat and pants that covered every inch of her body, as if terrified someone might catch even a glimpse of her skin.

"Mr. Lancaster… Young Master Lancaster, you're back?"