Everly looked at Vincent, her eyes kind of probing and checking him out.
She was really curious about what this guy was.
Vincent just sat back in his chair, his shirt's collar loose, showing off his collarbones.
At the moment, he was looking more wild and free than usual.
The light cast a glow on him, softening his usually cold and intimidating vibe.
With a smile on his face and his head lowered, he was making some tea like a pro. Finally, he pushed a cup towards Everly, and in his deep, sexy voice, he asked, "When are you getting discharged?"
Everly took a sip of the tea, enjoying the rich and sweet flavor. In a composed manner, she responded, "Tomorrow."
And then Vincent, in his usual low and cold voice, said, "I'll drive you back tomorrow."
It was as if he didn't allow her to
