Chapter 57

Dr. Crowe added casually, as if he had Chris’s best interests at heart, “By the way, I used your phone earlier to text Emily, pretending to be you. I told her hubby wanted to play a little assault game and to wait on the lounger. When you talk to her later, make sure to clear that up.

I’m the bad guy here, so don’t let her think you were in on it ... You’ve got to keep up that perfect boyfriend image in front of her, right, Chris?”

...

Emily sat on the bed, clutching the blanket, watching Dr. Crowe emerge with a blank expression, his lip a bit swollen and red. He picked up his pants and slipped them on without hurry.

“Sorry to have disturbed you, Ms. Carter,” he said, a faint smirk playing at his mouth as he shot her a loaded, ambiguous glance.

She couldn’t figure out what he meant, apologizing so calmly after what he’d done to her.

Chris leaned against the door, his icy stare fixed on Dr. Crowe until he left, then quickly locked it behind him.

Turning around, he approached the bed with a serious look, his eyes locked on hers, swirling with unspoken emotions.

“Chris...”

She gripped the blanket tighter, gazing up at his tall frame like a frightened puppy, terrified of what might come next. What if he grabbed her hair and slapped her hard, calling her a whore?