James Mason turned his head and took a glance at the young man at the door. The young man was extremely beautiful, as exquisite as spring flowers. Perhaps due to his mixed heritage, he had a pair of emerald green eyes, sparkling under the sunlight like a verdant lake.
Isabella leaned against the doorway, neither fully smiling nor serious: "Not just anyone can be casually brought in here, you know." Her tone carried a hint of deeper meaning.
James Mason glanced at him and didn't say anything, just smiled slightly.
His smile was naturally quite captivating, yet Isabella, leaning against the door, suddenly stood up straight, "No, no, don't smile at me. Every time you smile, I get chills all over."
James Mason turned his head, lowering his gaze to watch Iris Harris, who was still in a deep sleep. His expression was somewhat obscure, lost in thought.
Elaine stood at the door, respectfully called out: "Young Master, the physician has been brought over."
