Lianne had been about to find a new towel to wipe his face, but seeing that he was awake and looking much better, she asked, "Can you leave now?"
Seth Sinclair met her gaze, his expression inscrutable. "I can pretend to leave."
Lianne: "..."
'Was that supposed to be a normal sentence? She didn't understand a single word he'd said.'
Under Lianne's gaze, Seth Sinclair let go of her wrist. With his eyes downcast, his thin lips twisted into a bitter smile. "Forget it. I'll go."
He looked inexplicably dejected, and a pang of guilt struck Lianne.
'But if he stayed the night, their relationship would only become more complicated and tangled.'
While she was hesitating, Seth Sinclair had already thrown back the covers, swung his long legs over the side of the bed, and stood up.
The man was tall, and the moment he stood, his shadow fell over Lianne. She turned to him, but before she could speak, his body swayed, and she rushed to steady him.
