Noah's hand froze in midair, his expression apologetic. "I'm sorry. Did I startle you again?"

He glanced at the cup of milk in Yvonne's hand. "You shouldn't drink cold milk at night; it isn't good for you. Let me warm it up for you."

"It's fine." Yvonne nodded politely. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm used to drinking cold milk."

Noah smiled softly. "It's not a good habit to have."

"If you don't mind, I'm going back to my room. I don't want to leave Stephen alone for too long."

Before she could move, Noah called out to her again. "We're a family now. Feel free to ask me for help anytime." He pushed a business card into Yvonne's pocket. "You have my number."

Since it would be rude to refuse, Yvonne just nodded. "Sure. Thanks, Noah."

"You're welcome. Go ahead then."

Noah's eyes gradually lost their warmth as they followed Yvonne up the stairs, leaving only a cold stare.

…

Yvonne was still puzzled when she reached the room. Why did she feel so uncomfortable even though Noah had been so ki