Evelyn was sitting on the bed too fast, and the blanket slipped slightly from her shoulder.
"My uncle, Finley?" she repeated, disbelief lacing her voice.
Axel nodded, his jaw tightening as he set the towel aside. "Yes."
Evelyn frowned, all traces of her drowsiness gone. "Why would he want to meet you? And why now?"
He walked closer and sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hands and holding them.
His eyes lingered on their hands before lifting to meet her gaze.
"Did you forget I have business with him?" he asked calmly.
The tension Evelyn saw earlier is gone, Axel's eyes no longer look red, and of course, he now smells good after taking a shower, which is enough to make her calm, and her worry slowly subsides.
"I know," she said softly, looking into his eyes, "But earlier, you seemed as if he had just scolded you."
"That's the problem," he said calmly. "He didn't talk about business but us."
