"Mr. Howel," the maid lowers her head and her voice trembles.
She's afraid that Evan is going to punish her for allowing Avery to get up from the sofa. Avery grimaces with pain as she walks toward the door.
"What are you talking about?" she asks unhappily.
Evan ignores her question.
"What are you doing when your waist is injured?" he asks and then smirks, Did you miss me?"
With one large step, he crosses the doorway and gathers Avery in his arms.
"I don't ever miss you," Avery says acidly, "Are you having delusions again? If you are I recommend a quick trip to the hospital. Clearly, your condition is worsening."
Robert and the maid gasp. They can't believe Mrs. Howel is talking to Mr. Howel in such a way and they're terrified to see his reaction, but Evan remains calm.
"I know you miss me," Evan says, "In fact, I think you even care about me."
"You're dreaming," Avery snarls, "Let me go. You're so hot, I'm starting to sweat."
