Suzanne had bitten Austin unintentionally, but he had done it on purpose.
Austin's gaze fell on her shoulder, where faint red teeth marks were still visible. His lips curled into a smirk. He was clearly pleased with his "work".
He responded to her lightly, "Mhm."
Suzanne was perplexed.
Was this still the same cold and aloof man she knew? Did he just openly admit that he was like a dog?
Austin stood up and lifted Suzanne up, adjusting her seating position on the couch. At the same time, he tidied up her disheveled collar, covering her exposed shoulder. He then said in a low voice, "Rest for a bit. I'll take care of the rest."
He turned toward the coffee table, carefully arranging the flowers in the vases and even cleaning up all the fallen petals on the table. His movements were unhurried yet precise.
Suzanne was surprised. She had always thought of Austin as a noble man who had never lifted a finger to do household chores like this.
When he was done, he turned back to her and asked, "Where do you want to put these vases?"
Suzanne quickly got up from the couch and, without hesitation, started directing him. "Put that one on the side table, that one on that standalone shelf, and the last one on the side table in our room…"
He followed her instructions exactly, placing each vase in its designated spot.
Once that was all done, Suzanne looked around at the house which was now filled with warmth, nodding in satisfaction. Then, turning to Austin, she smiled softly. "Thank you for the flowers, Austin. I love them."
His gaze softened. It seemed that she really liked receiving flowers.
"Mhm. As long as you like them."
Their eyes met, and at that moment, a quiet warmth lingered between them.
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