Amelia’s POV:
“No, no. It's an uncontrollable physical reaction, Mia. I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry.” Precious hastens to explain, holding his hands up in surrender.
Though I’m not convinced, there’s no time to argue, seeing Lucian moving closer. He pauses in front of the Maybach, seemingly attracted by it. That buys me a few extra seconds.
“Clean these potatoes thoroughly! And these vegetables! I’m going outside for some air. Don’t come after me!” My tone somehow makes it sound like I am bossing Precious around.
"Yeah, yeah. No problem!" He doesn’t seem to mind at all. Instead, he flashes a quick grin, almost with a hint of gratitude. He rolls up his sleeves higher, grabs a potato, and starts scrubbing it vigorously under the running water while reassuring me, "I’ll get every
