Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Timothy entered the bedroom, gently placing Mia on the bed before kneeling beside her to remove her high heels.

Upon noticing the blisters on her feet, he proceeded to massage them with care.

Once he finished, Timothy stood up and calmly instructed Peyton and Gertrude, "Please bring some hangover remedy."

Gertrude nodded promptly. "Of course, I'll prepare it right away." Peyton stood in place, his expression betraying a hint of discomfort. "Mr. Barrett, Gertrude is here to attend to Ms. Mia. You can leave now." “It's alright, I'll stay. You can go."

Upon hearing this, Peyton felt a lump form in his throat.

Timothy's words exuded confidence, seemingly unconcerned about any potential wrongdoing on his part.

Given Timothy's gender, it was inappropriate for him to offer such intimate, personal care to Mia.

Peyton was also mindful of the dynamic between them; navigating the present circumstances was undoubtedly challenging.

Recognizing the possibility of Timothy becoming the future master of the house, Peyton realized he couldn't afford to offend him. Nonetheless, Peyton remained committed to his professional ethics as Mia's assistant.

throat, he spoke up, "Mr. Barrett, I'll leave Ms. Mia in your care for now. But remember, your role is

Peyton's words. "I won't

Peyton finally felt comfortable enough to

a lingering sense of unease persisted; he couldn't shake the feeling that something

"now" left Peyton

indeed a wolf in

danger

edge of the bed, observing Mia's peaceful slumber. She

soup, her voice trembling as

attention to Gertrude's presence. Moments later, she brought a box over.

Whenever Ms. Mia becomes intoxicated, I'm responsible

a word, Timothy took the box from Gertrude. "I'll take care of it.

recalling Peyton's instructions. After a moment of hesitation, she nervously insisted,

his sunglasses, his narrowed

the bedroom,