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When Arwen returned to Winslow Residence, she received a call from Mr. Cole. Her brows raised slightly, but she answered it. "Yes, Mr. Cole." 

"Young Miss!" the butler greeted with slight hesitation, but then composing himself, asked, "I called to ask if you would like me to bring your favourite dishes. Or anything that you need?" 

"I got everything that I need, Mr. Cole. I don't need anything as of now." Arwen responded, as if she hadn't sensed his curiosity yet. "As for the dishes, it's fine, I will let you you when I come back next time. Prepare them then." 

"Oh okay, Young Miss," he said. Arwen smiled a little before asking. "Mr. Cole, why did you think that I might be needing something." She had asked so fluidly that the butler only realized he had answered her after he had already spoken. 

"It's because Mr. Foster came yesterday, looking for you. And he seemed quite worried and —"