Chapter 862: He, Feeding Camila Walker?

Let's set aside the fact that Lady Walker is a woman; her indifferent attitude also made him somewhat uncomfortable.

"Young Madam, you've come." Clayton Howard opened the door, then stepped back, ready to let her in.

But Emily Walker had no intention of entering. Instead, she lifted a hand and passed him an insulation barrel, "This is her lunch, please take it inside."

Clayton Howard looked at the insulation barrel she handed over, his expression momentarily surprised. Was the Young Madam not planning to come in? And how long would he have to stay here now?

"Ah, I forgot to prepare yours..." As if she suddenly remembered something, Emily Walker's face showed embarrassment.

She had been so busy preparing lunch for everyone that she had completely forgotten Clayton Howard's.

Clayton Howard didn't mind; he smiled, "No problem, I'll go out to eat in a little while. It's just..." He hesitated, seeming a bit troubled, "Can I leave now? The Young Master—"