Belle took the handkerchief and held it in her hand, her voice hoarse, “Thank you, Uncle. I owe you another huge favor.”

Alfred stood still.

He lowered his gaze.

His posture was straight.

Wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with broad shoulders and long legs, when he had swung the car door, his white shirt had rolled up, revealing a section of his pale arm. The arm bore the distinct lines and contours of an adult man, his gaze ...