Chapter 395 Who's This Auntie?

• Adela had barely read a few pages of the file when the lounge door opened. Layson loosened his tie and walked in, spotting her leaning against a folded blanket by the window. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile.
• "Didn’t you say you were tired? Why aren’t you lying down on the bed?” he asked as he made his way over. He sat beside her and effortlessly scooped her into his lap.
• He kissed the corner of her lips—sweet and citrusy from the oranges. That hint of fruit made him deepen the kiss without thinking. Her soft, sugary scent filled his lungs, nearly breaking his control.