The sudden, passionate outburst turned heads across the quiet hospital corridor.
Patients, nurses, even passing interns froze—their attention locked on the tall, impeccably composed man and the beautiful, furious woman trembling at his side.
"Sigh, I'd prefer you not be angry," Cruxius said evenly. His dark eyes remained calm as he leaned down, his face hovering mere inches from her ear. Her chest heaved heavily with emotion, brushing dangerously close to his solid chest, her glare locked onto him—unwavering, burning. Yet he didn't flinch. Close enough to feel the warmth of her rapid breath and smell her sweet scent, he whispered, "Because with anger... your flushed face looks even more ravishing."
"Damn you—!" Thalia's delicate fist flew, wild and impulsive—but he had already moved. A dark smirk curled his handsome lips as he turned smoothly, his steps entirely unbothered, heading straight for the cabin.
