Chapter 29

Tyler’s POV

My butler opened the door for us.

I can see it in his eyes on how both soaked in rain we are . The fragrance of petrichor is strongly shrouding me and Elaine. Not to mention our clothes are covered in mud and grass dirt.

“Good morning, Sir!” I already told him he can drop his British accent since Elaine is a French-American anyway.

“Good mo—Wait a minute, why did you say morning, Robert?” I asked my butler, who forgot to tie his night robe.

“It’s already one o’clock in the morning, Sir.” Still, he is speaking in an impressive British accent that I only hear when he’s nervous.

“No need to be nervous, Robert. Miss Elaine is an American.”

“Very well, Sir!” Yes, his accent still didn’t change.

“Anyway, is our dinn—”

“Is our food still hot?” Elaine cut in, hand to her rumbling stomach. “We are definitely starving.”

“Yes, Madam. I prepared two pots of goat stew and a dozen