Mrs. Herd bit down on his lips: "What you said is not right, it should be, besides you... who else would do such rogue-like things?"
Anthony Davis's fingers gently grazed Mrs. Herd's cheeks: "Doing this kind of thing to one's own madam shouldn't be called rogue, should it?"
Mrs. Herd felt her face flush upon hearing those two words: "What madam, who is your madam."
Anthony Davis stared into Mrs. Herd's eyes: "You are, you've been my madam for a long time, haven't you?"
Mrs. Herd was most afraid of Anthony Davis looking at her like this, his gaze too gentle and doting, always made her feel her whole body would go soft with no strength left, and moreover, no matter what he said, she seemed powerless to argue, feeling like whatever he said was right! Mrs. Herd bit her lips, murmuring softly, "That's... not the case."
Anthony Davis gently kissed Mrs. Herd's eyes, "But I don't want to hear others calling you Mrs. Herd anymore, I want them to call you... Mrs. Davis."
