"In my honor." Carl’s smile deepened, his gold-rimmed glasses making him look all the more refined yet cunning.
The bodyguards of the Jenkins family’s main residence had never seen their young master behave like this. Their thoughts were running wild.
This young doctor is really something, they thought. She dared to tease their young master? At social events, women struggled to even approach him, let alone flirt. But Amelia... her tone, her posture—so natural, as if their young master had already been recruited under her command.
"If that's the case, then you're mine now," Amelia said, her voice firm once she made up her mind. She was possessive like that.
Carl twirled a strand of her hair around his fingers. "Alright, I'm yours."
Amelia let out a yawn, showing clear signs of exhaust
