A royal lord with an unusual habit of sniffing out scents keeps his assistant close at hand, and she must navigate the awkward, charged dynamic between them. As their professional relationship blurs into something more personal, she struggles to keep her composure around a boss whose attention is impossible to ignore.
Papa, why did that bad guy run away? I barely have any money left. How am I going to pay for his rehab? Stop! You think you can just hit someone and drive away? You again? You pathetic loser. What now?
You broke my son's arm. His surgery alone cost £50,000. Here's the bill. You can't even afford £50,000? You broke-ass beta? Trying to scam me with your own kid? You ran a red light and hit my son. You're paying for his surgery. Yeah, I hit him. Big deal. Should have kept your little bastard on a leash.
If he died, that's on you. Don't be mean to my papa. You're a big bully. Watch your mouth, you little bastard. I'm a morgan. Daisies. I know that scent.
But pheromones? That's impossible. The doctors said I'd never smell them. Prince Alistair! Prince Alistair your highness father sent me to keep you company. Come on. Let's go see his