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

his aunt back to her

the door, her previous smiling eyes

do you want to talk about with me?" Arnold feigned

to return home first thing

widened in shock. "What? Go back home?

home, nor is it a hotel Besides, I'm not the matron of the house. It's simply inconvenient for you to stay here

leave soon. Don't cause trouble for Ash

Thompson is still sick! I'm his

need you

her

escalating the argument. "Wyatt's

take good care

no

I can bring

consult on

You're throwing me aside once I'm no longer

want. You need to leave by

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

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