After waking up from his nap, Leo had his snacks and went to his study.
But instead of focusing on the book in front of him, the boy seemed lost in thought.
"Are you having trouble studying, young master? Should I inform your teacher?" Butler Rupert asked, noticing his distraction.
Studying wasn't something Leo particularly enjoyed, but he was never careless about it either. Seeing him sit there, staring at the book without turning a page, made Rupert wonder if he was still thinking about what had happened at school.
Leo blinked, snapping out of his thoughts, and looked at Rupert with a small pout.
"Butler Rupert… do you think Mom knows how to cook?" he suddenly asked.
The question caught the old man off guard.
He tilted his head, scratching it thoughtfully. "That's… a difficult question to answer, young master. But if you'd like, I can ask Madam—"
"No!" Leo quickly shook his head. "I don't want her to think I'm being demanding."
