Samuel's mind was a storm. He gave a heavy nod, and the two of them left for the private hospital at once. Inside the Rolls-Royce, the air was suffocating. Selene watched his grim profile and extended her slender hand toward his chest, trying to soothe him. "Don't worry. Lois is just throwing a tantrum. She'll be fine."
But the moment her fingers brushed his suit, Samuel flinched. He turned sharply away, offering only a flat "Mm," his irritation unconcealed. It was the first time he had instinctively recoiled from her touch. The gentleness and indulgence he'd always shown her seemed to have evaporated in a single breath.
Selene's hand hung in the air, then withdrew. Her nails dug deep into her palm, leaving angry red crescents in the flesh. She had never imagined Samuel would treat her this way. Jealousy and unease churned inside her, and the moment he turned to stare out the window, she fired off a quick message. The reply came almost instantly: "Relax. Everything's been cleaned up. She won't make waves."