It was not easy for Richard to manage Blackwood Corporation. For the sake of Richard, I got up and said, “Fine, Miss Evans. What would you like to eat? I’ll buy them for you.”

Helen listed down a bunch of dishes straight away.

I frowned and refrained from saying anything. “Please stay for lunch too. I’ll be back soon,” I told James, who was seated on the sofa.

He had helped to change the dressing for my wound earlier. I should thank ...