As soon as Clay came in, Amelia started to get nervous. She bit her lower lip because they had just been talking about his impotency. Clay's appearance at the door of the ward right after their conversation left her wondering if he had caught wind of their words.
If he heard it, what would she do?
And what if he had picked up on something earlier? The mere thought sent shivers down Amelia's spine, her grip tightening on the bedsheets as her complexion paled.
As Clay entered the room, his gaze swept the room before settling on Amelia.
"Why's the door locked?" he asked.
Amelia's nerves went on high alert at his words, her face growing even paler.
Clay narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering within. What a stupid woman. A simple inquiry was all it took to c***k her composure.
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