When Chloe Sinclair returned to her lab, she saw Shawn Styles sitting on the sofa, looking completely shell-shocked.
Chloe changed into a more comfortable pair of slippers, filled a cup with warm water from the dispenser, and silently placed it in front of Shawn.
After doing all that, Chloe walked to the window and, with a sharp SWISH, yanked open the curtains.
Glancing down, she saw the three thugs lying on the ground, groaning in agony.
When she turned back, Shawn still hadn't reacted.
"Drink some water. Settle your nerves."
Chloe's words instantly snapped Shawn back to reality.
He scrambled to grab the cup in front of him and took a sip. Just as Chloe had said, he finally started to pull himself together.
Seeing this, Chloe got straight to the point. "What are you doing here?"
It was the middle of the night. Shawn's presence here was, to say the least, highly suspicious.
Shawn's expression stiffened. He clearly didn't want to talk about it.
