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.
Leo? What's wrong? Don't move too much, okay? Did you take your medicine? Papa will be home soon. Your son's home alone? His arm's broken. He can't go to school, so I have to leave him home alone. Absolutely not. Bring him to the palace tomorrow.
But your highness, commoner's children aren't allowed in the palace. Here, I make the rules. Bring him to me at nine tomorrow morning. Go work, Papa. Their firewall is super easy to hack. I can practice my coding. Stay right here, okay?
Deeran, your son's a little genius. He's adorable. I've got some chocolate cookies with nuts. Can he have one? That's so kind of you, but he's allergic to nuts. Sorry. Oh gosh, I'm sorry. We have chocolate cake without nuts. I'll grab him son. Thank you Papa I don't feel good. What's wrong? Did you eat any nuts? No, I only had the chocolate cake
Darien, this is the royal palace not some daycare for street trash move He needs a doctor that little bastards lucky to even die here My son is not a bastard. Then who's his other father? Go on, tell us!