Chapter 547 The Cheek

As Gwyneth swiped her phone to answer the call, her frustration was threatening to spill out right away. "Master—"

Waiz spoke before she could, however, and his words were as staunch as they were righteous.

"I get it, Gwyn. I shouldn't have slipped out while everyone was asleep, but I just wanted to take in the sights, y'know? And you know that I'm never the type who ever stays put."

Gwyneth was left blue with shock, and she pursed her lips even as she tried to identify the noise from the background. "It's a delicate time, and there's no telling what you'd run into out there… Oh, forget it. Just tell me where you are. I'll arrange for a ride to take you back."

Bringing him back to the mansion and explaining everything was certainly much better than arguing endlessly.

Even so, Waiz was left stuttering. "I'm at… Uh…"

If he knew where he was, he certainly did not have to call her!

His slow response left Gwyneth scowling, though she relaxed as she realized what might be happening.