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 head lowered, avoiding his

aunt

locked the door, her previous smiling

Mils, it's late. What do you want to talk about with me?"

return home

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

a hotel Besides, I'm not the matron of the house.

grew colder. "So, leave soon. Don't

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

don't need

her voice,

escalating the argument. "Wyatt's

There are plenty of people in the family who can take good care of him. You are not the only doctor

no

I can

to consult

What is this? You're throwing me

you want. You need to leave by

narrow eyes turning red. "Aunt Mila, why are you doing

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