“Father is in the room. We’ll have a maid escort you later. Have fun playing until dinner, okay?”

While Bonita was in awe, the two were already heading up the stairs.

As she looked back, Luke was waving to her with a pleased expression. He seemed delighted that his daughter had made a friend.

Meanwhile, Oliver’s black eyes were calmly watching Luke.
He thought.

‘Not good.’

Much more than he had expected, he resembled her.

When they first met, he had to make an effort not to drop the hat he was holding because of the surprise.

He couldn’t help but wonder why the duke had accepted the lady as his daughter so quickly.

‘It’s like my sister turned into a child and came back.’

It was an absurd assumption.

However, he looked so much like that, to the extent that it made such an unreasonable imagination plausible.

‘My brother would go crazy.’

Moreover, at a glance, he seemed healthy, and although somewhat indecisive, there didn’t seem to be any intellectual disabilities. Considering that he was the only heir to the main family, that was not a significant flaw.

Just in case, Oliver had considered leaving it alone… but, as expected, if left like this, his brother would undoubtedly pass on the title and territory to his daughter.

If he doesn’t like it, he might adopt a male relative and pass on the title and territory. Not a quantum.

Oliver clicked his tongue inwardly.

‘It’s going to be troublesome.’

“Wow, your playroom is amazing!”

Following the maid, Bentley, who had reached Bonita’s playroom, enthusiastically jumped inside.

Seeing the excited back of the young boy, the maid who guided them smiled gently.

She gently pushed Bonita’s back and whispered to her.

“Enjoy your time, miss.”

It was a tone full of kindness.

“There are so many games. Bonita, which one do you find the most fun?”

Meanwhile, Bentley, who had already examined the shelves filled with board games, was in the middle of choosing.

Bonita observed Bentley like that.

‘He doesn’t seem interested at all.’

Usually, boys of that age would grab something they wanted to play with. However, Bentley only exaggeratedly expressed admiration in front of the shelves, showing no signs of reaching out or leaning in that direction.

Moreover, his laughter also seemed awkward. His facial skin didn’t flush despite his excited tone.

‘Is it my misconception?’

However, Bonita decided not to rush to conclusions.

Her judgment based on observation was nothing more than speculation.

There are countless people in the world, and with that many, there are diverse reactions. Someone might be truly talented and still exhibit such behavior.

At any rate, even in the same situation, people have different thoughts.

“Bonita?”

While she was deeply pondering, Bentley spoke again.

He grinned.

“Do you have any favorite games?”

“No, I do.”

Bonita tilted her head.

“But to be honest, there are many games I haven’t played yet. As you know, I haven’t been here for long.”

“Really? How about trying a new game?”

“Okay.”

Bonita agreed.

The board games she played with Luke every evening were always enjoyable.

Although she had only tried a few, the others were sure to be interesting too.
Bonita glanced at Bentley again.

“…Should I choose?”

He cautiously asked, observing Bonita’s expression. She nodded.

“Well… then this one!”

Bentley neatly took out a box from the shelves filled with board games. On the box’s outer surface, there was an illustration of a tree on a deserted island with many monkeys.

Bentley swiftly sat down on the chair, holding the box. Confirming that Bonita had also taken a seat across from him, he opened the lid.

A wooden rod, small monkey figures, and an empty coconut tree were inside.

Bonita asked, “Do you know how to play this?”

“Yeah. I’ll teach you. After putting the wood together, you sprinkle the monkey figures….”

In summary, the person who pulled out the wooden sticks one by one without making the monkey fall won the game.

The two determined their turns with rock-paper-scissors, taking turns pulling out the wooden sticks. Each time, the monkey figures fell lightly.

The result of the game was quickly decided.

“Ugh, I lost. Bonita, should we play another round?”

Bentley, who had taken a handful of monkey figures, pouted and asked.

“….”

Bonita, who unexpectedly won, rolled the monkey figures in her hands.

After maintaining silence for a moment, she raised her head toward the boy.

“Bentley.”

“Yeah?”

“Why pretend it’s fun?”

The boy’s expression stiffened.