In just a few minutes, Ambrose walked downstairs, now dressed properly. As he approached, he saw Grandma Margaret adjusting Jacob's collar, while Elizabeth straightened his shirt. The sight of them working together on Jacob’s appearance caught Ambrose off guard. He couldn’t help but wonder where his father-in-law was going that required such careful attention.Clearing his throat, Ambrose announced his presence. "I'm here."Everyone turned to look at him—Grandma, Evelyn, and Jacob.Grandma Margaret narrowed her eyes. "You’re here for what? Who called you?"Ambrose shifted slightly. "Well, I heard Father-in-law is going out, so I decided to drop him off quickly."Jacob’s expression immediately darkened. "Decided to drop who off? Who gave you a job?" He glared at Elizabeth. "You told him, didn’t you?"Elizabeth nodded calmly. "I only told him to drop you off on his bike. You’re running late, and waiting for an Uber or anything else will just waste more time."Jacob scoffed. "Sit on his
As Ambrose drove outside, they neared his sleek, parked car. William’s eyes immediately fell on the luxurious vehicle, and he called out, “Stop! Stop!”Ambrose pulled the bike to a halt, glancing back in confusion. “What’s wrong?”William hopped off the bike and approached the car with wide eyes, his hand reaching out to touch its smooth surface. "Wow," he muttered in awe. “This is purely beautiful.”He turned to Ambrose and asked, “Who does this belong to?”Ambrose shrugged, keeping his tone casual. “How am I supposed to know?”William, seemingly lost in admiration, kept running his hand over the car’s body, marveling at its beauty. His fascination with the car was starting to annoy Ambrose, who finally spoke up. “Careful. It’s an expensive car from the looks of it. If you scratch it, the owner will definitely make you pay for it.”Ambrose’s irritation was evident; he didn’t like how William was practically fawning over the car. William, unbothered by the warning, stood back and nod
William gulped again, shifting slightly in his seat. He nervously glanced around the room, but his eyes kept darting back to the doctor's chest. "Well... uh," he stammered, "I realized that... um... I've been getting weaker in bed lately. I mean, I can't last long. I release... too quickly." He hesitated, swallowing hard. "My wife was really angry at me last night because of it, so I thought I should come and check what’s wrong."His eyes, despite the discomfort in the room, wandered back to the woman’s chest once again, unable to help himself as he spoke. The doctor noticed his lingering gaze again and her face tightened with restrained irritation. She clicked her pen against the desk, trying to maintain her professionalism. "I see," she said curtly, clearly unimpressed with his lack of focus. "We'll need to run some tests. But first, can you stop staring and focus on explaining your symptoms properly?”As William leaned forward in his chair, he tried to muster up a charming smile,
As Ambrose nodded, he tried to smooth things over. "I understand, Doctor. I apologize on his behalf. Forgive him, he... he has no eyes to differentiate what is nice from what isn't."The doctor’s frown deepened, her sharp gaze locking onto Ambrose. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, her tone growing colder.Ambrose stood up and offered a nervous smile. "Nothing, nothing. I said nothing. All I meant was—can you forgive him?"But the doctor wasn’t letting it go. She stood up too, her expression unreadable as she slowly walked closer. "No, you said something. I want to hear it." Her voice was low, almost challenging.Ambrose sighed, realizing she wasn’t going to drop it. "Alright, alright. I said forgive him, he's not able to differentiate what's nice and what's not."Her eyes narrowed as she continued approaching him, her heels clicking softly against the floor until Ambrose’s back was against the wall. "And what is that supposed to mean? I'm not beautiful?" she asked, her voice dro
The doctor calmly adjusted her glasses and said, "Yes, Mr. Ainsley, erectile dysfunction. Based on the results, it’s caused by a blockage in your blood flow, specifically to the arteries leading to your lower region. It's something that will require surgery to correct." William's body tensed up, vibrating in nervousness. "Erectile dysfunction?" he echoed, his voice shaking. The doctor nodded again. "Yes, and it’s serious. If we don’t address it, your condition could worsen to the point where your manhood will no longer function at all." Gripping the edge of the table, William slammed his hand down in frustration. "Damn!" he growled. The very idea of not being able to enjoy himself as an "active" man made him feel desperate and angry. The doctor remained calm, watching him. "I understand this is a lot to process," she said. Breathing heavily, William asked, "What caused it? How did this happen to me?" The doctor leaned back, keeping her tone steady. "It’s primarily due to a
Soon, they arrived at the manor. Ambrose parked the electric bike, and as he was about to head inside, William grabbed his arm, stopping him."What's wrong? Why are you holding me?" Ambrose asked, slightly irritated."Did the doctor tell you why I was kicked out?" William asked, his eyes searching Ambrose’s face.Ambrose considered responding with the truth—that William had been flirting shamelessly with the doctor—but instead, he shook his head. "She just said you didn’t follow instructions. I pleaded with her to let you back in. What’s wrong? What did you do?”"None of your business," William snapped, finally letting out a sigh of relief.Ambrose shook his head and walked inside. Once inside, Elizabeth, his mother-in-law, immediately approached him. "What’s wrong? What did the doctor say?"Ambrose shrugged. "I don’t know. He wouldn’t let me see the report. He’s outside, coming in. Ask him yourself." He then headed upstairs.A few moments later, William entered, and Elizabeth was the
Meanwhile, back at home, Ambrose stood in front of his wardrobe, carefully inspecting each outfit he owned. He wanted to choose the best clothes for his dinner with Ava. His fingers trailed over different shirts and jackets, trying to find the perfect combination that would make him look sharp and presentable.He settled on a crisp white shirt, neatly ironed, and a pair of dark trousers. After slipping them on, he checked himself in the mirror, adjusting his collar and making sure everything was in place. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath as he thought about the night ahead with Ava. After putting on the outfit and checking himself in the mirror, Ambrose hesitated. He exhaled and shook his head slightly, deciding it was still too early to get dressed. He carefully took the clothes off, making sure not to wrinkle them, and hung them back in the closet.He glanced at the clock on the wall—there was still time before he had to leave. Ambrose sat on the edge of the bed
Ambrose walked out to the cab which was parked outside and then sat inside. Sitting inside, the driver greeted him coolly. Ambrose responded then asked him to drive quickly. Ava had just finished changing back into the outfit she wore earlier that morning, a stylish yet practical look that blended well with her professional demeanor. She glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Satisfied with her appearance, she took a deep breath and started the car.The engine roared to life, and she quickly punched the location Ambrose had given her—Le Jardin Gourmet—into the GPS. As the directions appeared on the screen, she shifted into gear and pulled out of the lot.The drive wasn’t too long, but Ava found herself thinking about the upcoming dinner, her thoughts drifting to Ambrose. She wasn't used to such gestures from him, and the fact that he had planned the evening left her with mixed emotions. Half an hour later, Ava pulled up near