Luther was startled and after being stunned for a few seconds, he reluctantly found an excuse for himself, "I was wondering if the flowers should be dealt with. If you leave them like this, they will dry out soon."

Hearing this, Byron frowned and looked at the bouquet on the sofa, his brows furrowing slightly.

After a few seconds, he responded in a deep voice, "You can figure it out."

Luther secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly complied, "Then, I'll bring a vase in and put them in later."

Byron nodded noncommittally before motioning him to continue talking about work.

Luther took the hint and this time, finally focused.

After reporting the itinerary, Luther carefully glanced at his master and asked, "Sir, shall I go out and get a vase?"

Byron had already started handling official business and did not respond.

In view of their cooperation over so many years, Luther could somewhat understand the way his master thought. If he did not speak, it meant an acquiesce.

So, Lu