Third Person's POV
"Just call me Mr. Dalton," he said.
Camellia pursed her lips. "At work, I'm your employee—it's proper to call you Mr. Dalton. But off the clock, I should use your name."
Noticing her deliberate distancing, a flicker of annoyance crossed Lionel's eyes. "Suit yourself," he said.
"Right, you're busy. No need to go out of your way," she added.
Lionel raised an eyebrow, eyeing her with scrutiny. "Is this how you treat your savior?"
Camellia met his gaze, her tone deliberate. "Because you're my savior, I'm more grateful. I don't want to waste your precious time."
Her constant reminders of their relationship grated on him. Suddenly, Lionel leaned in close.
Startled by his proximity, Camellia shrank back as if from a plague.
Just as Lionel was about to speak, the ward d
