Chapter 45. Ethan's Uncle?

Her skin was so sensitive that even a mosquito bite would leave her red and swollen. Now, she stood there embarrassed and at a loss. Her face turned bright pink, like a ripe peach, making Alaric's heart stir with desire.

"What brand do you usually use?" He whispered into her ear, his voice low and enticing. Emerald hesitated before telling him the brand.

"Alright, wait a few minutes." He opened the door and walked out.

Emerald stood frozen for a moment. "Is he really going to buy it for me?"

She couldn't believe it. Soon, she heard the sound of an engine starting below. Her cheeks flushed even deeper. He didn't act like a typical rich young master at all. Even Ethan had never done something like this for her before. In fact, he used to find the idea repulsive.

A few minutes later, the car returned. Alaric glanced at Emerald, who was standing in the courtyard. Behind her, a garden of pink and white roses bloomed in full. Her hair was tied back, and she wore a s