Chapter 6007 Seeds Of Suspicion
- Rania stepped so close he caught the faint scent of osmanthus in her hair. Her brows pinched.
- "Mr. Fay, your complexion seems off. Are you overworking yourself with all these manor duties?"
- The remark hit uncomfortably true; despite the disguise, a dull drag still haunted Quentin’s borrowed limbs. Jared masked the sting with a slow exhale, noting how sharp her eye was.