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.

his

aunt back to

and locked the door, her

it's late. What do you want to talk about with me?" Arnold feigned a yawn, pretending

home

in shock. "What? Go back home? Why do I have

from Meridan. This isn't your home, nor is it a hotel Besides, I'm not the matron of the house. It's simply inconvenient for you to stay

grew colder. "So, leave soon.

still sick! I'm

don't need you

raised her

escalating the argument. "Wyatt's

of people in the family who can take

no

can bring in

consult

What is this? You're throwing

you want. You need

the verge of losing his mind, his narrow eyes turning red. "Aunt Mila, why

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