Chapter 1308 Feeling The Alcohol?

• Seraphina was quietly peeling shrimp, not even needing to look up to sense the flirtatious glances that Miss Moore was sending the Young Master across the table.
• Where was the Young Master? He was chatting with Deven, talking about trivial matters, nothing too important, just about what was fun around the area. Miss Moore occasionally chimed in, her voice clear and melodious—such a voice could have been made for singing, it would be a shame not to be a singer.
• But why was the Young Master helping this Miss Moore? He never got involved in other people's matters, so why would he make an exception for her? Had he developed some sympathy for her?