When Chelsea left the cultural salon, Julian was already waiting by the entrance.

“Ms. Bromley, are you alright?”

Concern clouded Julian’s face. Jesse peeked her small face out of the car window, her worry evident as she asked, “Sister, are you hurt?”

She leaned out so far that half her body was outside the car before Chelsea playfully smacked her head, making her retreat.

“What are you two doing here? Weren’t you on a date?”

Both Julian and Jesse flushed with embarrassment, followed by guilt.

As Chelsea’s personal assistant, Julian rarely left her side during work. Tonight, Chelsea had deliberately given him the evening off so he could take Jesse...