Recalling what Michael had said yesterday, Silas seamlessly withdrew his hand, calmly patting Evelyn's uninjured shoulder. "Your condition is stable now. I'll finish my morning rounds first and come back to keep you company later."
Evelyn nodded eagerly, her eyes trailing Silas until his figure completely disappeared down the hallway, refusing to look away.
Suddenly, a firm grip caught her chin. Michael forced her face back around, his expression thunderous. "Evelyn Sin, you dare to flirt with another man right in front of my face?"
Evelyn slapped his hand away, but his hold barely loosened as he stared down at her with a heavy, intense gaze.
"Let go of me first... it hurts!" She glared at him, wishing she could bite him. Did this man have any idea how much strength he had in his hands?
Hearing her cry out in pain, Michael instantly relaxed his grip.
Just as the atmosphere in the room turned tense, Alen pushed open the door of the VIP suite.
