(IZARA POV)
The door of the hospital room slammed shut, making me wince.
“I think I just made him even more angry,” I voiced as Carson gave me a surprised look.
“I am just as shocked as you are. I never saw him act like this. Usually, he isn't like this. He just… doesn't care.”
I cleared my throat, looking away. “Right. I have no idea what’s wrong.”
Lie.
I knew exactly what was wrong.
It was because his boss is my mate, and his subconscious doesn't want to separate from me even though he doesn't know that.
Hell, even I hate not feeling the warmth I felt the moment he had entered the room. To be wrapped in his strong, addictive cinnamon smell.
Goddess! I was so embarrassed. How can I even look at his face!
He has no idea how lewd my mind is right now. And being in the same room
