At this moment, the urgency of the constant knocking, which might have provoked his anger, interprets a sign of serious trouble.
"Young Master, Miss Nancy suddenly fainted, Young Master!" Fierce Eagle desperately reported, as expected.
Tara Summer frowned, about to push him away when Liam Yancey already let go of her first.
Standing by the bed, he straightened the slightly crumpled cuffs of his black suit, which made his figure look even taller and more upright. Despite his cold demeanor, the man exuded elegance, a sense of valour, and arrogance - in stark contrast to his earlier fervor!
"Wait here," he told her sharply. Tara's face flushed, and she averted her gaze, only looking up once his footsteps receded into the distance, staring at his back.
There were no lights in the room, but the moonlight was so bright it made everything clearly visible.
