Their eyes met, and Nicholas Taylor suddenly stopped what he was doing.A bridge hung in his heart, with neither end in sight—and he was standing right in the middle of it.His chest felt hollow, and he didn't dare think too much.He turned away, shook the water off his hands, arranged the fruit on a plate, and headed upstairs."Keep your chatter light, all of you. Don't stray into anything you shouldn't."With that, Nicholas Taylor went upstairs, leaving the maids exchanging bewildered glances. No one dared say a word. Aunt Vance walked over to Emma."Tracy, you used to like Lucas so much. Why did you speak so boldly in front of Young Lord Taylor today?"Emma pouted stubbornly at Aunt Vance, her voice turning whiny."Auntie! That's all in the past. Let's not bring it up anymore, okay?"Aunt Vance nodded. Better not to mention it—that was good for everyone, wasn't it?Nicholas Taylor carried the fruit plate upstairs and pushed open the door to find Nadia lounging lazily, watching TV.
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