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.

the man kept his head lowered, avoiding his

his aunt back to

shut and locked the door, her previous smiling eyes turned

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

need to return home

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

is it a hotel Besides, I'm

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

flushed with urgency. "But Chairman Thompson is still sick! I'm his attending physician. I need to be here to

don't need

her

escalating the argument. "Wyatt's

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

no

can bring in

to consult on

this? You're throwing me aside once I'm no

You need

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

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