Blake Fuller put all the medical supplies back into the medical box, pushing up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
His gaze was profound, "Treating wounds is troublesome, be mindful of safety while recording shows."
At his words, Caroline's smile deepened, a pair of cat-like eyes shimmered with rich interest.
"Is it because treating wounds is troublesome or because you don't want me to get hurt? Hmm? Please answer honestly, Director Fuller."
She drew closer to him, bridging the distance between them, and distinctly sniffed the minty scent from him.
The white gown concealed a white shirt and tailor-made black trousers beneath, his figure was upright, his temperament exceptional.
Confronted with her approach, he did not step back and naturally extended his right hand to hold her waist.
Blake's sexy throat moved subtly, the phoenix eyes behind the lenses hinted at hidden meanings.
