A sharp itch in his palm, Mr. Lockwood desperately wanted to grab Evelyn's neck, shake her awake, and ask about those doubts circling in his mind.
Logan Shaw stood up, walked over to Mr. Lockwood, and as they stood facing each other, both exuded an undeniable aura.
"Mr. Lockwood," Logan Shaw spoke first, "Can we talk alone?"
"No time," Mr. Lockwood's tone was cold and arrogant, "I'm here to watch over my wife, Second Young Master Shaw can leave now."
"Evelyn got hurt because of me," Logan Shaw looked back at Evelyn, "I want to wait until she wakes up before leaving."
"Get lost." Mr. Lockwood had completely run out of patience.
Why did his wife need Logan Shaw here, acting all heartfelt and tender?
"Although I haven't spent much time with Evelyn, I can tell she must have had her reasons for marrying you," Logan Shaw looked back at Mr. Lockwood, "Besides, she's not happy."
"Logan Shaw!"
