Not suitable for children, not suitable for children, Ray Mckinley thought he needed a package of cleaning powder.
At that moment, Abraham Redington's low, husky voice came through: "Put the things on the nightstand and get out."
"…Yes, young master." Ray was forcing himself to look away from the strange sight of the black hair exposed from under the blanket at the young master's lower abdomen.
Miss Molly and the young master, their progress is too fast.
No, no, it's not just fast; it's downright exuberant.
Even if they've been apart for over two years, it shouldn't lead to... in a state of fever, in such a situation... cough, cough...
Ray dared not let his imagination run wild. He placed the medication and water cup on the nightstand and retreated respectfully.
He dared not go anywhere, only moving a chair to keep watch at the door to prevent any unwelcome intruders from disturbing the young master and Miss Molly.
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