Arnold was still immersed in the intense pheromones emanating from his beloved, unable to extricate himself. However, Asher's heart clenched. He forcefully pulled Arnold's hand away, breaking free from his embrace.

Arnold felt a surge of loss within his chest, his limbs stiffening in response.

"Yes, Aunt Mila."

Asher responded calmly, turning and opening the door without hesitation.

Outside, Mila stood with a smile. "I knew it. He must be here. I know you two have a good relationship."

A good relationship.

It was indeed good.

Asher's eyes flickered, but he could only respond with a shallow smile.

"Arnold, come to my room. I have something to discuss with you," Mila said, beckoning to her nephew with a smile.

Arnold's heart pounded.

He cast a deep look at Asher.

man kept his head

followed his aunt

shut and locked the door, her previous smiling

do you want to talk about with

need to return home

in shock. "What? Go back

your home, nor is it a hotel Besides, I'm not the matron of the house. It's simply inconvenient

leave soon. Don't cause trouble

Thompson is still sick! I'm his attending physician. I need to be

need you

her

escalating the argument. "Wyatt's

in the family who can take

no

I can bring

consult

it! What is this? You're throwing

what you want. You need

verge of losing his mind, his narrow eyes turning red. "Aunt Mila, why are you doing this all

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