The atmosphere in the bedroom at this moment suddenly seemed to freeze solid. Ethan Caldwell remained standing beside the bed. His tall, broad back cast a long shadow under the dim glow of the night lamp, exuding a heavy, oppressive aura to the point that it made it difficult for people to breathe.
As for Julian Sterling, he withdrew himself and sat leaning against the headboard. His long eyelashes drooped down slightly, concealing all the emotions hidden in the depths of his eyes. He merely stared silently at the thin blanket covering the mattress, his fingers curling up slightly.
Neither of them spoke first.
