CLAIRE'S POV
The next thing I knew, I was being placed gently on the bed. My mind was still racing—trying to catch up with what was happening.
By the time I realized it, a handsome profile leaned over, pulling the soft white blanket up to cover me.
He still wore that usual stoic expression, though his eyes held clear displeasure.
“Do you really have to work overnight and even walk in the rain? Look at you—you don’t seem to cherish yourself,” he muttered under his breath. But I couldn’t care less about his scolding.
My attention was entirely fixed on his face, wondering how he had even gotten into my place.
The longer he kept following me around, the more suffocating it felt.
“Mr. Winslow, what are you doing here?” I asked with a scowl.
He didn’t answer me right away. Just stood th
