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Hunter sat with a hard expression outside the operation theatre. His back was arched forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he ominously gazed at the wall across from him.
Cole was unknowingly pissed by his expression. He had been noticing his best friend's body language and for some reason he seemed unperturbed. His girlfriend was attacked! Another man in his shoes would want to conduct restless searches to find out the person behind it. He would hiss and curse, make promises to find the culprit and get his woman the justice she deserved.
But Hunter MacIntyre was unpredictably calm. Although his face was hard, it didn't amount to concern. There was no worry on his forehead nor any dark light for seeking revenge on his woman.
What's more, he sat like he was a distant relative
