Morgan Benson let out a sigh of relief and completely relaxed.
He walked back to Kaitlyn Webb's side and wrapped his arm around her, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: "Come on, go in with me."
He took her hand and stepped forward, but Kaitlyn pulled at his arm and stood still.
"What's wrong?" He frowned, walked back, held her shoulders with both hands, and looked down at her slightly tense face.
Their actions were very intimate, drawing the attention of the servants, all of whom were long-time employees of the Benson Family. The newest one had been there at least two or three years and knew this young master of the Benson Family as pure-hearted and abstinent, with no scandals or women, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.
Seeing him looking at a woman like this, they couldn't help but be shocked, each guessing in their hearts the identity of this woman. Who exactly was she!?
