Ms. Angeles is busy eating, sleeping, and teaching the riffraff how to behave!
Mr. Beaumont is busy chasing Ms. Angeles, chasing Ms. Angeles, and yes still chasing Ms. Angeles!
“Isn't the CEO supposed to be aloof and the very picture of a modest gentleman?”
Mr. Beaumont lounges on the sofa, eyes half-lidded, every move languid and elegant. “Be good. Call me husband.”
Mrs. Beaumont presses a hand to her forehead, staring at that face so cold on the surface yet utterly unable to live without her. It's practically a crime waiting to happen!
