Chapter 7

She almost gasped! Unlike yesterday, with all-black outfits, he was wearing a white fitted shirt and faded jeans. He looked very casual, not at all like a bodyguard on a secret mission!

And he looked so good!

"Yes? Do you need something from Grandpa?" she asked, trying not to show that she was mesmerized by his appearance again. But as she looked at her handsome bodyguard and waited for his response, she couldn't help but glance at his face.

She noticed that his hair was down, and it looked soft. She felt the urge to comb it to see if it was silky. But of course, no! That couldn't happen, it was just a passing thought! (Your thoughts are unbelievable, Savannah!)

"I'm waiting for you, Ma'am."

Oh, it's her! That actually surprised her but before she could ask why, she glanced behind him, at one of the household staff—Helen. Savannah remembered her Aunt Mathilda, who was surely waiting in the garden. (I almost forgot.)

"Did you come here to escort me downstairs?" she asked Ace. When he n