Markus quietly wondered why she contradicted herself. She wouldn’t get angry, but also kind of would? He just hoped that his mind wouldn’t get the great idea of seeking any sort of punishment from going in there.
Agnes led him around quietly, then went back downstairs with him. “There we go. That’s the house.” She smiles softly. “Anything else you need?”
Markus shook his head lightly. He wouldn’t be able to remember the layout of the house for now anyways, just one tour didn’t help him much but let him know there were indeed rooms in this home.
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