Naturally Like a Scoundrel

Even the servants in the villa had already familiarized themselves with Gentry. "It's the weekend tomorrow." Dulcie nestled up in Gentry's arms and asked, "Do you need to go to school?" "What, little rascal, do you want me to take you to do bad things again?" "Take me and Douglas out to play tomorrow, okay?" Dulcie leaned against Gentry's ear and quietly made a request of him. "No problem." Gentry also answered her in a low, hushed tone, like it was a secret between the two of them. Hence, the next morning, after Gentry got up and washed up, he went straight to Grace's place and had his breakfast there. He had gotten used to living there recently, but Gentry found it difficult to acclimatize himself to eating there. The surrounding stores simply existed for the rich. All the goods sold were high-end products. Even in a random restaurant, if you wanted to eat something to fill your stomach, you had to pay hundreds of dollars, at least. That level of expense was still too much for Gentry