Aurora Coldwell entered the hospital room, only to see Griffith Squire turn around and slam the door shut.
The man was tall, his usually smiling handsome face drew near, pinning her directly against the door. His almond-shaped eyes flashed a momentary dark light, and his voice was deliberately lowered, deep and sexy, "You've been acting strange lately."
A statement.
The feeling that his little rabbit no longer wanted to be close was like being dumped by a girlfriend—or rather, like a daughter running away from home not wanting anything to do with her father.
Griffith Squire had pondered for several days, thinking it through, and it seemed to start changing from the second day she came.
Nothing significant happened on the first day, aside from him dealing with the Coldwell Family.
"You don't want me to go against the Coldwell Family?" Griffith Squire squinted and asked.
