Garaine immediately turned back only to find her husband standing behind her, leaning against the wall with his hands crossed across his chest.

“Mr. Turner, why aren't you asleep yet?” She frowned, rushing towards her husband.

“Garaine, where have you been?” Weylin’s voice sounded icy as he stood erect, letting his hands hang on his sides.

The dim yellow lights illuminated his firm chest, wrapped with bandages, peeking through his unbuttoned black shirt. His usual side parted that was swe