Marcus smiled and nodded instantly. "Understood, sir. I know you only like it when Isla's the one talking too much."
The young master was furious enough with her to go visibly pale, and STILL he considers how this reflects on her standing. Genuinely rare to witness.
Marcus finished sealing the boxes and had nearly made it to the door before Grayson stopped him.
"Wait."
Marcus turned back to find him seated, composed as ever.
"Sir?"
Grayson crossed his legs, resting one arm along the chair's armrest, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same lazy, aristocratic ease he always carried. "Go pull those bottles of red wine I've been collecting. Send them over."
Marcus assumed he'd misheard. "A return gift?"
"Mm." The reply came casual, unbothered.
Marcus blinked, then had to fight o
