Chapter 195

Warren's moist lips grazed Evelyn's earlobe, a subtle yet deliberate gesture that sent shivers down her spine. His low chuckle lingered in her mind like an enchanting spell, leaving her momentarily breathless.

Was Warren attempting to charm her? Did he think he was a dog, getting frisky in a place like the pet hospital?

Evelyn leaned back slightly, a faint smile dancing at the corners of her lips. "Sorry, Mr. Larkin, but you're not my type."

Like a bucket of icy water, those words doused the flame of passion that had just flickered to life within Warren. He gazed at Evelyn's calm demeanor, his voice tinged with resignation. "Then what is your type? Those refined scoundrels? I can be that, as long as it pleases you."

Some people make sacrifices for love, while others undergo complete transformations.

Warren was willing to change for love, as long as Evelyn gave her approval. He looked at her with deep affection, hoping to detect even the slightest softening in her expression.