“Don't lift that thing!” Aaron grabbed the small fruit basket that Laurel was carrying deftly. “For God's sake, Laurel, sit down! No need to help anything. Let Aamber and the servants take care of everything.”

Standing there and on his hips, Aaron really looked like an arrogant boss who liked to order people, making Laurel's lips pout.

“Aaron, I can carry myself! I'm sore because you told me to sit all day.”

“You're heavily pregnant and your tiny body is tired of carrying your huge belly!” Aaron looked threateningly. “Sit down, Laurel, or I won't want to massage your feet anymore.”

Of course, it's a lie. Aaron never forgot to...