Initially, Arnold was reluctant to open the door. But the person outside was knocking persistently and


    patiently, never stopping.


    Annoyed, Arnold sprang up from the bed, walked to the door with an


    angry expression, and yanked the door open. “What’s the matter? You’re so noisy!”


    To his surprise, Asher stood at the door in a suit and leather shoes, greeting him with a gentle smile.


    “Mr. Larson, did you sleep wellst night?”


    “It’s alright, just a little lonely. After all, there is no one to cuddle with in bed.” Arnold’s words were all


    self-indulgent, venting his anger at being kidnapped.


    “Can Ie in?” Asher asked.


    Arnold pursed his lips and stepped aside, allowing him to enter. They walked to the living room, just


    outside the bedroom.


    Arnold was already treating the ce as his own home, sprawling on the sofa. His fair legs crossed


    and rested on the coffee table.


    He nced toward Asher, who was sitting upright. “What’s so urgent that you’re here so early in the


    morning, cousin?”


    It was only then that he noticed that there was a medical kit on the coffee table.


    “I noticed you were injured yesterday, so I brought you some


    medicine.”


    Arnold raised his eyebrows slyly and leaned closer to him. “Have you ever heard of the saying that


    there’s no such thing as a free lunch?”


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    Asher, feeling the tension, met Arnold’s gaze. “What are you trying to


    say?”


    “Are you here on Be’s orders to deliberately please me, or are you


    really concerned about the injury on my foot?” Arnold asked. His


    voice did not match his feminine appearance, but it still carried a


    seductive charm.


    “You are Be’s guest and also Aunt M’s nephew. This is the least I should do.” Asher lowered his


    eyelids again.


    “Hah! You really are the CEO of a big corporation. You know all the right things to say.”


    Just then, a knock interrupted the moment.


    Be’s sweet voice came from outside. “Ash? Are you inside? Is Dr. Larson awake? I’ve made lunch.”


    “Yes,” Asher responded, smiling faintly. “Are you hungry? Be is an excellent cook. But there aren’t


    many people that she would


    personally cook for. Shall we go and have a taste of Be’s cooking?”


    Initially, Arnold wanted to refuse, but the growl from his stomach betrayed him.


    “Forget it! Since I’m here, I might as well eat my fill first. Anything else cane afterward.”