Serena dared not shake her head or nod, but obediently followed Chille's command and sat next to him.

"So, why did Serena cousin just barge into my room?"

The young Count pushed the pale blue glazed bone china small plate towards her, filled with a few lustrous green jade grapes, rolling around.

"Thank you."

With a slightly blushed face, Serena nodded at the young Count and carefully picked up a grape, putting it into her mouth. Meanwhile, her mind raced, trying hard to come up with an answer.

"It's because... because I got lost, and while I was walking, I unknowingly... just..."

She stopped speaking, her fair cheeks turning even redder. Serena lowered her head, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, and mumbled.

Even though it was the truth, the reason sounded absurd even to herself, as if she was trying to make excuses.

"So, you accidentally ended up in my bedroom?"

Observing the foolish-looking girl in front of him, her cute face squished like a little hamster, Chille lazily leaned against the cushion, his pretty fingers lightly propping up his cheek, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Do you think this reason can satisfy me?"

Serena's toes unconsciously began to rub against the floor. She bit her lip lightly, struggling to find the right words to say.

"Hmm..."

With a cold hum, he continued to quietly enjoy Serena's embarrassed and awkward appearance. Chille felt he had teased her enough.

"All right, I won't blame you anymore. Probably because my room is one of the few well-lit places in the mansion."

The young Count casually waved his hand, then slowly stood up.

"Don't worry, I will arrange for Delfina Delettrez Fendi to escort you back to your room."

"Delfina..."

Her fingertips froze, the words stuck in her throat.

Serena's already pale face turned even whiter, and she nervously continued to resist. There was a glimmer of water in her bright green eyes.

"No... no need to trouble her. I... I can find my way back on my own."

"Hmm?"

With a slight tilt of his head, his rose-red eyes narrowed slightly.

Chille stared at the noble girl in front of him, his voice slightly deeper.

"Are you not satisfied with something, Serena cousin? Please speak freely. If there were any rudeness, we will definitely correct and compensate."

"No, no... it's just..."

Her expression became more tearful, Serena desperately shook her head. But she couldn't possibly say to the young Count,

I suspect your maid is a terrifying monster, she's not even human! It was her who scared me and made me run around like a headless chicken, until I blindly rushed into your room.

She couldn't say that out loud!

As she watched the increasingly suspicious expression on Chille's face, the girl clenched her fists tightly.

But she had no idea how to explain her odd behavior in a logical way.

Anxious, frantic, embarrassed, a complex and tangled mixture of emotions churned in her chest. Sigh...

"Serena cousin?"

"Well, it's just..."

Trembling slightly, Serena gritted her teeth. She took a deep breath, as her voice resonated loudly in the eerily silent room,

"I don't want Miss Delfina Delettrez Fendi to help me because... I'm afraid of her!"

The self-despairing girl's voice echoed in the quiet room.

"Afraid...?"

Serena looked up at Chille, who slightly parted his rosy lips. His exquisite and beautiful face now had a bewildered and confused expression as he looked at her. Then he lowered his head, his fair hand gently covering his forehead, hiding his expression.

"Chille?"

Faced with the other's silence, the girl's already discouraged heart sank further, her head drooping.

A small, sweet laughter burst forth – chuckled.Serena was taken aback, looking at the trembling elegant shoulders of the young Earl in front of her. "I... I'm sorry... *snort*... *cough*... we were... rude." Chille spoke intermittently, his eyebrows curved like a crescent moon, with a sweet smile. He still tried to maintain a dignified and solemn demeanor, making an effort to show respect for her. "Hoo hoo... okay, okay, I understand." He closed his eyes slightly, his thick and curly eyelashes trembling gently, and took a deep breath to calm his emotions. "Would it be possible for you, Serena, to wait here for a while? Once I finish dealing with the matters at hand, I will be your guide, is that okay?" "Thank... thank you." Serena replied softly, feeling relieved, not daring to refuse the arrangements made by the other party, and obediently sat aside waiting. ... Time passed second by second. Chille worked quietly in front of her, weighing his thoughts, occasionally jotting something down in his notes, and occasionally pulling out a reference book from the stack of books on the side to read and search carefully. The sound of pen scratching the parchment paper, the pages being gently turned, and the calm and simple voice gradually calmed Serena. "Chille, are you always this busy?" "Not really, today is slightly different." Still focusing on the documents and notes, the young Earl replied briefly without turning his head. "This newly signed trade contract has some differences from the previous agreement, so more supplementary information is needed. Afterwards, it will require further field investigation and understanding before progress can be made." "I see." Serena looked at Chille, who already had the burden of a heavy family business on his frail shoulders, and her heart couldn't help but feel a bit twisted. "It's just basic work." The young Earl shook his head, showing no sign of surprise, calmly saying, "The more complex and specific parts will be handled by Delfina Delettrez Fendi. She has the authority to improve, modify, or even rewrite as long as it leads to success." "It seems like you trust her a lot." The tip of the swan's feather pen paused slightly, Chille glanced at the young girl from the corner of his eye, smiled lightly, and did not answer. Silence fell. Serena, sitting still in her place, couldn't understand why she felt a bit suffocated and restless in her heart, bowing her head and staring at the floor. And then, her gaze unconsciously shifted slowly towards the young Earl, her emerald green pupils slightly trembling. The current posture of Chille in front of her was actually not very decent. Before her eyes, under his body, loose and cool shorts, fair and slender legs lazily crossed, with beautiful curves. Moving slightly downward, ankles that could be grasped with one hand, faint blue veins under the crystal clear skin, and those small and delicate feet, now soft and wearing black lace-up sandals, playfully swinging like a crescent moon. She... she wanted to hold them in her hands.