Caroline Edwin shook her head, her voice laced with a subtle tenderness, "Thank you for your concern, doctor, I'm fine."
"Mmm."
In front of the camera, Blake Fuller didn't ask more. He capped his pen and placed it back in the pen holder.
He took in her complexion, flush with health, her aura relaxed as a cat, just like before.
Seems like life with the production team isn't too bad.
She was still wearing her riding attire, minus the protective vest, leaving just the white short sleeve top, black pants and short boots.
The clothes neatly outlining her figure, waist slender, thighs long, dazzling, stunning beyond words, rebellious yet flamboyant.
Blake Fuller discreetly took in her appearance before picking up a document to review.
"Let's go."
Caroline Edwin casually waved the prescription in her hand and turned to leave.
On reaching the door, she paused, turning to look at the man sitting in his office chair.
As if in sync, Blake Fuller lifted his gaze to meet hers.
