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.
Oh yeah? Then show me a picture. What a weirdo. Who asks to see their assistant's kid? Guess finding out he's a dad messed with his head. excuse me i need to take this alistair look what i got for my great grandson grandpa all of that
three floors packed already now i'm buying him an island with his own private Leo's never even been to a playground. And this kid gets an entire island. They're the same age. Grandpa, you'll spoil the future King Rotnit.
Bullshit! He's my great-grandson. And when we find him, I'll be his favorite. Fine. Whatever makes you happy. Please. He's my son. I'll be his favorite.
Dorian. Yes, your highness. Come on. We've got something important to do. Your highness, I'm just a beta. I'm here to work. Nothing more.
Don't flatter yourself. I'm not into betas. You have a son, right? Help me pick out some clothes for a six-year-old. Bring in our entire children's collection. Now!