Carlos suddenly felt a gaze digging into his back-sharp and piercing, like an invisible arrow. His heart skipped a beat, and he snapped around without thinking.
The woman on the bed was awake.
Her eyes-icy and full of loathing-stabbed into him with a hatred so intense it felt like it could cut through steel. Carlos stiffened, his chest tightening as if something deep inside had just shattered.
Why... why did she hate him so much?
The doctor came in, did a quick check, and said, "Miss Fiona just had a miscarriage. Her body's still weak, but overall she's okay. A few days of rest and she'll recover."
Relief flooded Carlos for a split second. But right after, anger rushed in, fast and suffocating. He burst toward the bed, grabbed her shoulders, and hissed through clenched tee
