Alex listened to their conversation, which seemed to be about marriage matters; these things were still too distant for him at present. He hadn't even secured tomorrow's meal yet, so it wasn't an issue he should be thinking about.
Thinking this, Alex cut a tender piece of beef and put it in his mouth.
The moment the delicious taste exploded, the rich meat juice blending with the spices spread on the tip of his tongue, Alex narrowed his eyes in happiness, temporarily forgetting all his troubles.
Wood saw this scene, his gaze softening a few degrees, unable to help but lower his head and chuckle softly.
Hughes pouted; he grew up in a Viscount's household and was a second son, so the pressure was less, but he knew that Viscount Wood was indeed not easy to talk to; he was famously conservative. But if it were his favored son James, things might not be so difficult.
Wood just didn't have the habit of rebelling against his father; since childhood, he had always been an obedient son.
