“Good evening, Mr. Dox…”

Allison’s cheeks flushed crimson as she entered with a delicate bow.

It was the next evening.

She was there to serve Dustin some tea.

Her face glowed, and memories of the previous night were still fresh and overwhelming. She could not even meet his eyes.

After all, she had practically thrown herself into his arms and then woken up in his bed…

Dustin glanced up and smiled. “Miss Allison, there’s no need to trouble yourself.”

Allison whispered, “I am already yours, Mr. Dox. Why would you treat me like a stranger?”

The corners of Dustin’s lips twitched.

‘What in the world?! I didn’t enjoy a single moment of “that,” yet I’m stuck with the blame?’ he thought.

Screw that meddling old prude!

He was seriously thinking about adding more drugs in his courtyard.

He took a sip of tea and asked, “How’s your grandfather?”

“I don’t know what happened to him, but he howled all night. He sprinted around the courtyard like a madman. It wasn’t u