Evelyn's POV
I couldn't breathe. My legs were weak. I almost slid down against the door, but I quickly grabbed the door handle to support myself.
"Don’t…" I said, breathing hard. "I’m not a—"
"Not an easy woman. Yes, I know," he chuckled. I wasn’t sure if he was mocking me. "But you were the one who came into my room, Evelyn."
"I just came to bring you some antibiotics," I defended myself.
He glanced back at the medicine and bandages on the bedside table, then, finally, he released me.
I let out a long breath and was about to escape the room. But then I heard him call my name again from behind.
"Where are you going?"
He sat on the couch, one arm draped over the back, his green eyes locking onto mine.
"Are you going to help me with the bandage? I can’t do it with o
