He saw me preparing breakfast in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me from behind. His familiar scent enveloped me.
His warm breath tickled my ear, but it only froze me in place.
This posture triggered the image of him holding Violet in the surveillance footage to flash in my mind, over and over.
I turned stiffly, slipping out of his embrace. "Why did you leave the hospital early? Your wound... "
"I missed you. "
Evan took my hand and said, "That little injury is nothing. If I wasn’t worried about you, I wouldn’t have left so soon."
His gaze seemed so loving, but I could not forget what he had told Violet in the ward."You tempt me so much, I don’t feel any pain."
I gently pushed him away. "But I didn’t know you’d be back so soon. I didn’t prepare anything for you."
His expression darkened. "I can have you first."
He leaned closer, but before he could close the distance, there was a knock at the door.
It was Violet.
She stood there in a tight-fitting dress with a slit that ran scandalously high, almost to her waist.
The silk fabric clung to her curves.
Evan’s brow furrowed slightly. "Why are you here?"
I could sense unconcealable displeasure in his tone.