"Charlie, why haven't you arranged a room for her?" the Old Master asked, puzzled to see Charlie still standing in the living room.
"Master," Charlie said, "the Young Madam is staying in the Young Master's room."
"Oh," the Old Master responded instinctively before the words truly registered. His composure wavered. "What did you say?"
'The fourth floor is Damian's private domain. He has severe mysophobia—even the family elders can't go up without his permission. And that girl is staying in his room? This has to be a joke, right?'
Charlie found it rather amusing. 'Oh, Master, what's so strange about her staying in the Young Master's room? The way the Young Master dotes on the Young Madam, he probably wouldn't object even if she decided to tear down The Ancient Keep.'
