His rounded cheeks were emphasized when he had smiled to her so warmly. Lilith flicked her fingers *snap* “Ah! Weren’t you the cab driver?” Lilith’s face sparkled as she had remembered him.
That warmth she sensed when he had smiled to him, the same slouch of his back and the very wrinkled face, was the face of the driver that drove her to Youngsville. She knew and was sure it was him. His grouchy voice was the same as that cab driver.
Grahams explained, “Mr. Wilson is the loyal supply transport to the mansion. Basically, anything to do with transportation. He belongs to the Arlott family,” he looked to Wilson as he added, “on his own will.”
“Is that so?” Lilith tilted her head and back, “Well, glad to meet you, Mr. Wilson” she held out her hand for a handshake. But the two were shocked to see her hand out for a welcome.
Mr. Wilson, too, only looked at her hand and bowed.
“Well, would you be a lamb to carry some of these in the mansion?” Graham asked to Mr. Wilson.