"You just said that Mr. Winslow sent you to take care of me?" Shalma Hughes asked with a smile. She was sitting up in bed, her hands folded in her lap. Due to her injuries, her face was slightly pale, but this only complemented her innate charm, blending into a sense of aloof elegance.
The two people entrusted by Julian Winslow to care for her naturally took note of her posture and expression.
"Yes, Miss Hughes! My surname is Archer. You can just call me Butler Archer from now on. This is my wife, you can call her Mrs. Lewis..." Butler Archer said with utmost respect, his tone impeccable.
