Amara’s POV
He looked at me with a sharp eye and then walked toward me. I stepped back, but he kept walking toward me, and I slowly hit the hard wall. He put his hand on the wall and leaned forward to ask, "Why are you smiling sweetly at that Italian doctor?"
“Huh?”
As his eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened, he grunted. "I hate it when you are smiling at any man other than me."
My mouth curled into an O as I whispered, "What on earth are you talking about?"
He stepped back from me and massaged his temple as he said, "I don't know why I'm mad, but I'm f*cking mad."
"What's making you so mad? I called the Italian doctor to find out how my mom was doing, and he was so kind that I felt a wave of relief wash over me when he informed me that my mom would be fine soon."
I drew a lon
