Lawrence's brows frowned.
"Dangers?"
The Southern Duke was not looking at him as he said these words. His fingers were busy fiddling the small spoon as he used it to stir the coffee in his cup.
Then Lawrence noticed how his pinky finger rhythmically twitched. At the corner of his eye, he saw it was pointing to a corner on his left. Someone's shadow was standing right behind a tree. And he can feel their gaze on him.
Lawrence noticed the Southern Duke's behavior was relaxed and carefree. He was enjoying the morning breeze blowing through the trees. The freshness of air accompanied by coffee permeated his senses.
Lawrence remembered the Southern Duke's behavior at the dining table. He was annoyed how this man arrogantly flaunt to everyone that he has a close relationship with the royalty.
And now, the same man is wearing that smug on his face as he subtly warned him about the danger of his own home.
