He had been hiding his identity just to be able to stay by Amanda Smith's side for a little longer. Today, however, in a fit of anger, he had drawn his pistol and even fired it in front of Amanda.
Looking at her face, he always felt a little afraid, afraid that because of his identity, she would not dare to get close to him anymore.
Would they ever be able to return to how things were before?
Thinking about this, a sense of indescribable sadness welled up in his heart.
The man's beautiful face was shrouded in a veil of haze, and that touch of sorrow made Amanda Smith a bit uneasy. With some effort, she lifted her hand to hold the man's warm fingers and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Evan Willow managed a smile, looking at Amanda Smith's gentle demeanor that remained unchanged. He gently patted the back of her hand and spoke softly, "I'm fine. Don't speak. Let's head to the hospital for a checkup first."
Amanda Smith gave him a worried glance and nodded gently.
