As Dylan approached, a hint of a smile played on his lips. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “but I need to examine her.”
Raymond, who was still holding Lina in his arms raised his left brow in anger, but remembering the right thing to do after Lina woke up was for a doctor to do a thorough check on her, and not getting all lovey-dovey, he gently extracted himself from Lina’s side, allowing Dylan to take over.
Dylan's examination was thorough, his questions gentle but probing. Lina's responses were sluggish, but she seemed to be recovering. As Dylan finished up, he let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing in relief.
But his respite was short-lived. He had been aware of the burning gaze at the back of his neck some minutes ago. He could feel the weight
