Mr. Jones.
"Sir, you are back," the old butler softly whispered. "I came back to check something when I saw Madam sleeping here. Leaving her alone like this wasn't appropriate, so I stayed to watch over her."
He then turned to glance towards Arwen, a trace of sympathy in his expression. "She had been waiting for you. But when even after hours, you didn't come, she fell asleep, getting tired. Even she had returned quite late from work today. And coming back, she went to the kitchen to prepare a few dishes for you."
Aiden's heart sank a little.
She made dinner for him —and he hadn't shown up to eat it. She must have been mad at him. Disappointed, at the very least.
Realizing how easily he had let down her efforts, his fingers curled into fists, and his jaws tightened.
Mr. Jones noticed the subtle shift in his expression and took the cue to leave the two alone. Bowing slightly, he said, "Since you are back now, sir, I will take my leave for the night."
