Eugene took the breakfast from the butler, carefully opening each container and setting them on the small table. His meticulousness surprised the butler.

"Mr. Lowe, let me handle it," the butler offered. He was trying to gauge whether Zoe was really Eugene's girlfriend or just someone brought in to appease Eugene's grandmother, Mrs. Lowe Sr. Eugene saw through him instantly and immediately put on a stern face. "What, I'm taking care of my girlfriend, and you want to take over? Have you forgotten my rules just because I've been away all these years?"

The butler quickly backtracked. "Of course not. I only wanted to be of service. Since you're handling it, I'll take my leave."

With a wave of his hand, Eugene dismissed him and sat by Zoe's bedside, feeding her soup.

"Careful, it's hot. This chicken soup is full of nutrients. If you ever want more, just let me know, and I'll have them make it for you. Whatever you want to eat, I'll make sure they cook it."

"Promise? You better not be lying to me," Zoe teased, adding a playful glint to her eyes to make the act more convincing.

along with the scene. The butler had left some time ago, but Eugene continued feeding her until Zoe

rest yourself then. By the way, I'm Eugene Lowe, the fourth son of the Lowe family in Birkham. Not sure if you've heard of us, but it

about their strict standards for the younger generation, but she had never had the chance to meet any of them before. This was her first encounter, and she couldn't deny her curiosity.

be my girlfriend, right? I really don't want to go on any more blind dates. If you're okay with

definitely

stood up. "Look thanks for what you did last night, and I

get tangled up in this

at her place. When

was dressed neatly with no marks on her face or neck,

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