Gavin’s warm and steady palm gently rested on Liza’s ankle, sending a rush of warmth up her leg. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, and she instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but his firm grip left her with no chance of escape. For a moment, Liza was rendered speechless. This was the first time she truly felt the stark difference in physical strength between a man and a woman. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get a word out, she heard a sudden crack. Pain shot through her ankle, and her eyes widened in shock as she glared at Gavin, her expression brimming with silent accusation. Gavin, ever composed, released her foot as if nothing had happened. “I told you your ankle was twisted. I just realigned the bones,” he said casually. Liza’s lips twitched. You could’ve warned me before doing that! she fumed internally. The unexpected jolt of pain left her both annoyed and flustered.Gavin, seemingly unaware of her indignation, leaned forward slightly and declared matter-of-factly, “You probably can’t walk right now. I guess I’ll just have to carry you.” Before Liza could muster a protest, he scooped her up effortlessly. The abruptness left her stunned, unable to resist as he carried her to the sofa and set her down gently. Once she was settled, Gavin retrieved his phone and made a quick call to the family doctor to locate some ointment for her injury. A few moments later, he returned with the ointment in hand. Seeing him approach, Liza immediately extended her hand. “I’ll do it myself,” she said firmly, her cheeks tinged with pink. Her ankle still retained the lingering warmth of his touch, and the thought of him handling it again made her far too self-conscious. Thankfully, Gavin didn’t argue. Without a word, he handed over the ointment and sat nearby, watching her silently.Liza hesitated under his steady gaze. The room suddenly felt smaller, the quiet pressure of his presence making her fumble slightly as she poured the oil into her hands. Rubbing her palms together to warm it, she applied it to her ankle with deliberate focus, refusing to meet his eyes. By the time she finished, the clock on the wall showed it was already 11 p.m. Liza glanced toward the staircase leading to the third floor and then back at Gavin. The idea of hopping upstairs on one leg in front of him was mortifying, so she decided to wait for him to leave first. But Gavin had no intention of moving. He remained seated, calmly scrolling through his phone and reviewing documents. Minutes turned into an hour, and Liza’s patience wore thin. Leaning further back against the sofa, she fought to stay upright, but exhaustion soon took over. Before she knew it, she had collapsed onto the cushions and drifted off to sleep. Gavin, engrossed in his work, eventually noticed the soft, rhythmic sound of her breathing. He looked up, his eyes falling on her relaxed, sleeping face. A faint smile tugged at his lips, softening his usually stoic expression. As he watched her, his thoughts turned inward. Did she figure it out today? His night blindness was a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few like George and his closest confidants. The events of the evening had been purely coincidental, yet they had almost exposed his vulnerability to Liza. He wasn’t sure if she had pieced everything together, but if she had… it could complicate things more than he cared to admit. For now, he allowed himself a moment of quiet, watching over her as she slept, the faint trace of a smile still lingering on his lips. … The next morning, Liza woke up in the master bedroom on the third floor. She blinked in confusion, staring at the familiar ceiling. Hadn’t she fallen asleep on the sofa downstairs? Her mind raced before a realization struck—Gavin must have carried her here.A faint blush spread across her cheeks at the thought, but she quickly composed herself. Today was an important day. Serena and Brandon were scheduled to visit Longwan Resident, and she needed to prepare. With that in mind, she pushed herself up from the bed, selecting an outfit from the wardrobe. Her choice was deliberate—a dress that sharply contrasted her usual style. After slipping it on, she applied flawless makeup and donned a pair of chic sunglasses. With a graceful demeanor, she made her way downstairs, the transformation complete. Testing her ankle as she descended the staircase, Liza noticed the pain had significantly lessened. Thanks to Gavin’s timely treatment the previous night, she could walk without discomfort. In the living room, George was in the middle of updating Gavin on the day’s schedule when the sound of Liza’s heels clicking against the stairs caught his attention. He glanced up, and his jaw nearly dropped. “President Gavin,” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with panic, “there’s another woman in the villa?! What about Madam? If she finds out, she’ll divorce you!” Gavin paused, his pen still in hand, and followed George’s gaze. His eyes landed on Liza, taking in her striking appearance. Amusement danced in his expression as he remarked dryly, “Your ankle seems to have healed.” George froze, his mind spiraling into chaos. What was happening?! Not only had President Gavin allowed another woman into the house, but he was also showing concern for her. Does he want Madam to find out and leave him? George shot Gavin a look of disbelief, silently protesting his actions. He liked Madam; her strong personality and straightforward nature were a breath of fresh air. If President Gavin replaced her with someone difficult or unreasonable, George foresaw endless trouble for himself. Unbothered by the confusion swirling in the room, Liza paused mid-staircase, leaning lazily against the railing. Her manicured fingers played with her hair as she raised her other hand, curling a finger to beckon Gavin.He chuckled softly, an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. “George, give us some privacy. Wait outside for a bit.” George’s mouth opened, ready to protest, but no words came. His disbelief was written all over his face. Are you serious, President Gavin? You’re blatantly flirting with someone else in front of me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll call Madam and tell her everything? As George reluctantly shuffled out of the room, he cast one last forlorn glance at his boss, clearly questioning his life choices. Liza stepped closer, her black dress perfectly tailored to accentuate her curves. It clung to her figure with an air of effortless elegance, radiating a confidence that bordered on alluring. Earlier, she had checked her reflection in the mirror. What stared back was a vision of seduction—a woman whose poise could rival any temptress. Her lips curved into a faint smile as she met Gavin’s gaze, her every movement exuding grace and purpose.