"What are you doing? Get dressed. Now."
Nathan Redgrave averted his gaze, his deep voice laced with obvious anger.
"I'll give myself to you right now. We're going to get married sooner or later anyway. I'm going to be your woman eventually."
Chloe Moss hugged Nathan Redgrave from behind, her fair fingertips finding the buttons on his shirt and undoing them one by one.
Nathan Redgrave pushed Chloe Moss away with repulsion, grabbing a blanket from the bed and tossing it to her. "Stop this nonsense. I'm not going to touch you. Go home."
Chloe Moss's hands, clutching the blanket, tightened into fists. 'The old Kyle was so gentle. He would never have treated me like this.'
"What on earth went wrong? Why are you suddenly so cold?"
Nathan Redgrave stood by the window, wanting to pull a cigarette from his pocket to smoke. He fumbled for a long time before realizing he was wearing a hospital gown and had no cigarettes.
