Eldest Young Master Grant suddenly let go of his arms around Lily Shaw, silently turned around, and said lightly, "I'm going upstairs to pack my luggage."
Lily watched his slow turn and those tiny little steps, holding back her laughter as she asked, "Are you mad?"
"No." Eldest Young Master Grant replied insincerely, but he was definitely in a foul mood!
Lily suddenly lunged over, hugged him, and, nimble as ever, climbed onto his back, grinning as she said, "You remember my dream, right? I'm determined to turn you into my kept man. Mr. Grant, let's make a deal. You're my husband by day, my pretty boy by night. How about it?"
But Eldest Young Master Grant was still pissed. He directly pried her hands off his waist, spun around, then scooped up his wobbly wife and put her on the sofa for a fierce lesson.
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Kevin Kaye finished his task and returned, pausing at the doorway when he saw his young master using puppy-dog eyes to plead with Lily. He hesitated, then knocked and came in.
