ELEANOR’S POV
“Breakfast would be served in thirty minutes. Needless to say, Sir Marcus would be expecting you downstairs.”
Nodding at Marcus’ messenger, I shut my room’s door then sighed.
Having him at my door in the morning to inform me of Marcus’ wish to have me downstairs for breakfast was nothing new. Ever since we returned to this mansion, for some reason having breakfast with me every morning had become Marcus’ new life goal.
It was the same every morning. with neither of us speaking to each other and just going over to the dining to have breakfast in the most deafening silence.
It was weird. To have him being around so constantly and what was even weirder was how he wanted to have me around him literally all the time.
It was safe to say I’d become a babysitter. Except who I w
