That’s why he can never become Koa Jackson, unable to have her.
Louis Cox was in a bad mood and entered the living room silently before going straight to the bedroom to rest.
Ari Murphy looked at his tall and lonely back, sighed, and said to Maeve, "Miss’s room is cleaned every day. I’ll take you up."
"Uncle Ward, you can just call me Maeve." Maeve looked up and smiled at him, asking, "Is Odin Myres asleep? I want to see him; I haven’t seen him for a long time."
"Young Master should not be asleep."
"Then I’ll go find him." As soon as Maeve finished speaking, she went straight to Odin Myres’ room.
Odin Myres was indeed not asleep, soaking his feet.
In the wooden basin, steam rose, and the aroma of Chinese herbs was slightly bitter. His two skinny feet were submerged in the water, sitting calmly on the sofa, with no expression on his handsome face.
The family’s maid was helping him massage the soles of his feet, not daring to make a sound.
The young master of the Myres Family was only fourteen years old, yet his emotions didn’t show, vastly different from his late parents’ temperaments.
Cesar Myres had a straightforward personality, quite bold when in a good mood, but extremely irritable when upset. Ivy Cox, on the other hand, was the complete opposite; she was the kind of woman who was always smiling, living clearly and freely, with a touch of wisdom masquerading as foolishness.
After understanding their nature, both were easy to serve, no need to guess.
Unlike Odin Myres.
Who has seen such a young boy, with such force pressing on his soles, yet he doesn’t even flinch?
It’s known that the sole of the foot is one of the most sensitive parts of most people’s bodies.
That takes immense willpower.
The maid was lost in thought when suddenly Odin Myres lifted his feet out of the water, splashing foot soak all over her face.
"Who is here?" Odin Myres asked, turning his head.
Through the door panel, the guard answered respectfully, "Miss is back."
"Maeve?" The boy’s voice was clear as spring water, slightly surprised.
"Yes," replied the guard.
Odin Myres lowered his eyes and said softly to the maid who was silent beside him, "No more soaking, go downstairs."
"Yes," the maid also breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly picked up the basin, heading toward the door.
As soon as she left, Maeve came in. She raised her eyes and saw Odin Myres sitting on the sofa, wearing slightly loose striped home clothes, slippers on his feet, smiling at her, "Why did you suddenly come back?"
Still looking rather preoccupied.
"Hehe." Maeve curled her lips into a smile, asking him, "Were you soaking your feet just now?"
"Mm." Odin Myres nodded.
"Let me see your feet." As Maeve spoke, she reached him and lifted her hand to raise his pant leg, but Odin Myres pressed down on the back of her hand, smiling lightly, "They’ve healed long ago, nothing to see."
Odin Myres is five years older than Maeve; she’s listened to him since childhood. Seeing his reluctance, she didn’t persist and withdrew her hand.
Odin Myres watched as she stopped, thought for a moment, and then asked her, "Why did you suddenly come back so late?"
"I might have to live at home from now on." Maeve clasped her hands together and placed them on her knees, saying softly to him, "Uncle Ward is at an age to get married; it’s inconvenient for him to take care of me."
"I see." Odin Myres was thoughtful.
He was intelligent, having grown up in the complex environment of the Myres Family, maturing much earlier than his peers. When Maeve said something, he could immediately think of the cause and effect without needing to ask further.
Maeve held back her words along the way, but once in front of him, she spoke a lot, asking annoyingly, "Brother, why do men have to get married when they reach a certain age?"