In the midst of his thoughts, he heard a gentle voice: "Brother, could you please close the door on your way out."
He wanted some private time with Tiana Thorne.
Maxim Ford was no stranger to romance; he understood the longing after a long separation, his voice serene: "I'll come to get you for lunch in a while."
Aiden Shaw: "Thank you."
After Maxim left, he closed the door.
Instantly, they were the only two people left in the room.
Tiana only then realized that his complexion was no better than her second brother's.
Pale cheeks tinged with sickness gave her a sense of fragility, yet even so, looking into his dark ochre eyes stirred an indescribable sense of amazement.
He didn't speak, stood up, approached her, stood still in front of her.
Her moist lips slightly parted: "Fourth brother."
Aiden Shaw bent down, one large hand slid under her armpit, the other under her ankles, and he lifted her up like a princess.
