All this while, Pascal and Lance were completely shocked to see the way Blaze was treating Amelia like a little princess. What happened to the cold-hearted and ruthless Blaze Anderson who didn't care about anyone aside from his family? Was he developing a soft spot for his enemy's daughter?
Except for her occasional sniffle, the atmosphere in the car remained silent and a bit awkward until they arrived at their destination.
When Blaze climbed out of the car still carrying Amelia in his arms, he took her into the house, holding her handbag, a sight her bodyguards saw amusing.
Sebastian, a mature man in his early fifties and the head servant of the villa was already waiting at the door to receive them.
"Good evening, Mr Anderson. Good evening ma'am."
"Ask the chef to fix Miss Shawls something light for dinner," Blaze said in a deadpan voice as he walked past the troubled man, heading straight for the stairs.
