Aaron Cole
I watched from the balcony as that smiling bastard crouched in front of her, touching her leg, making her smile.
My blood boiled.
Laura hadn’t smiled like that for me. Not once. Not even when I told her she would walk again. But this physiotherapist shows up and she’s already looking at him like he’s her savior?
Unacceptable.
I stormed down to the garden, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. Ryan Matthews was still talking to her when I approached. I stopped a few feet away, hands in my pockets, keeping my expression cold and controlled.
“Mr. Matthews,” I said, my voice low and steady.
He stood up quickly, trying to look professional. “Mr. Cole.”
I didn’t waste time with pleasantries.
“I hired you to help my wife recover,” I said calmly, staring him down. “Not to flirt wi
