Eldest Young Master Grant chuckled softly, his deep eyes full of laughter and affection, daringly saying, "Honey, when did you become so vulgar?"
"I've always been this vulgar!" Lily Shaw's eyes sparked with fire as she growled, "What? Are you disgusted by me?"
She had never been a model of decorum, nor one of those Aethel socialites whose every appearance causes marvel, with every action seeming calculated, and looking so poised and charming no matter what.
Aiden Grant watched her, all ruffled, his gaze falling on her hands treating his injuries. Although her tone was angry, her movements to apply the medicine were still as gentle and careful as before, cautious not to touch his wound.
His gaze grew softer; ever since this little woman started caring about him, she had changed from the indifferent attitude of their first meeting to the attentive concern she showed now.
