Nyelle
His gaze remained fixed on me, dark and intense, as though he was trying to pull answers straight out of my head. The expression on his face was strange. It wasn't just anger or irritation, it was something else that looked dangerously close to jealousy.
I immediately pulled up my notes app and typed a message before shoving the screen toward him. "What are you doing here?"
His eyes dropped to the phone. Then they slowly lifted back to my face.The truth was, Vincent Hale had never been here before. Not once.
He had never cared enough to know anything about me. So seeing him standing here now felt surreal. His jaw tightened.
Instead of answering my question, he took a slow step toward me. "Why are you asking your husband what he's doing here?"
My brows furrowed immediately. Hu
