He looked at Hannah Hale, his deep voice holding an interrogative edge. "Does Morgan Joyce bring you meals often?"
Mr. Lorell's brow furrowed slightly, and he hastily chimed in, "Our Mr. Joyce doesn't just bring her meals often—he has me deliver lunch to Dr. Hale every day."
Mr. Lorell was desperate to protect his boss. It had been so hard to find a woman who could finally capture the CEO's heart; of course, he had to fan the flames. He couldn't let someone else swoop in and snatch her away.
Nathan Redgrave shot Mr. Lorell a piercing glance, the chill radiating from him enough to make one's spine tingle.
He pulled back the arm blocking the elevator doors, his cool gaze fixed unblinkingly on Hannah Hale until the doors slid completely shut.
The moment the doors closed, Hannah Hale sagged against the elevator wall. That eye contact with Nathan Redgrave just now had made her feel deeply uncomfortable.
'His gaze was never this cold and hard when he looked at Fiona Keating.'
