Reagan arrived shortly after at his castle. Instead of taking the elevator to the fifth floor, he strode towards the staircase. The warmth of having his other half in his limbs felt too good that he did not wish it to end too quickly.
Reagan didn't give a hoot about the many eyes on the little woman in his arms, whose face was well covert in his broad chest. He proceeded to the stairs and continued to his bedroom without sparing any of the onlookers a glance. Besides, they would meet her soon enough.
Reagan gently placed his little mate on the bed and tucked her comfortably under the quilt when he got to his bedroom. After that, he sent a mind link to his housekeeper, asking her to assign a trustworthy maid to his room.
Reagan trusted Dorothy, his housekeeper. He believed she would not
