Gem Atkinson had finished dealing with the vineyard, covered in dirt and sweat.
Returning to the estate, he headed straight to the main bedroom on the second floor, intending to take a bath and change his clothes. However, he then saw Forsythia Brown sitting dumbly at the edge of the bed, staring at the little creatures sleeping soundly.
In her eyes was a sea of tenderness.
Gem couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. He coughed to remind her that there was another person in the room.
Forsythia indeed looked up, only to glance at him before lowering her head again, her gaze reverting back to Beast.
That look was increasingly nauseating.
It's just that it wasn't nauseating him.
Gem's jealousy deepened.
