Zeke's POV
As I gazed into Chris's face, his presence irked me more with each passing moment. "Don't you think it's getting late, Mr. Chris?” I finally said, my tone carrying a subtle edge of authority.
Chris smiled, but there was something unsettling about it, his eyes glinting with a hidden agenda. “I think perhaps we both need to leave.” He suggested smoothly, his words laced with a veiled threat.
I narrowed my eyes, refusing to back down. “Might I remind you that this is my f*****g hospital, Mr. Chris.” I reminded him firmly, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.
“You may be welcome to come and go as you please, but if your presence is a discomfort, with a snap of my fingers, I can have you thrown out.”
For a moment, Chris looked taken aback, his smile faltering. But then, wit
