It’s rather foolish for Francois to indulge in such childish antics, but here he was, caught in the lightheartedness of the moment.

After all, it was you who had suggested the game, perhaps out of a longing for companionship, as you often seemed to find yourself alone. How could he possibly resist the charm of your sweet, innocent face? Your wide, expressive doe eyes sparkled like those of a playful puppy, and it would be utterly absurd to argue that they weren’t adorable.

He felt fortunate that you hadn't approached Zelinskye first; although Zelinskye was always lurking around, eager to spend time with you, he inevitably played the role of obstacle, serving you diligently as your butler. Francois often found himself wondering what it would be like to spend uninterrupted moments in your company—those thoughts twinkled for a fleeting second before he shook them off.

Currently, he searched for you, acting as if he had no idea where you might be hiding. His gaze swept across the room until it landed on you, a whimsical sight indeed, with a lampshade perched atop your head as if you were trying to blend in with the very furniture around you.

Francois tapped his foot rhythmically, feigning oblivion while speaking out loud with a mock-serious tone, “I wonder where the young master is hidden…” His eyes danced with amusement, barely concealing his delight at your playful disguise.