When she turned around, she saw Rowan Linden standing in the doorway, his hands tucked into his pockets. Seeing them separate, Rowan stepped inside. He glanced at Seth Quinn and said languidly, "Seth, you'd better exercise some restraint. Now isn't the time for any… strenuous activity."
His words instantly made Clara Grant's face turn as red as a boiled lobster.
Seth Quinn, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered at all. Far from being fazed, he was in high spirits and gave Rowan Linden a smirk. "What brings you here again?"
Rowan Linden stood by the bed, looking down on him. He raised an eyebrow. "I was worried, so I came back to check on you. But…"
As he spoke, he glanced at Clara Grant, who was sitting beside them with her head lowered, before continuing, "...it looks like there's nothing to worry about after all."
