Axel gently lifted her chin, forcing her eyes back to his.
His heart tightened when he saw sadness and disappointment flash in her eyes.
Instantly, he could guess what she was thinking.
"Eve, there is no relationship between that woman and me. I never sleep with her," he said firmly, his tone calm yet carrying unmistakable intensity.
Evelyn searched his gaze. Looking for deception. Looking for hesitation. Looking for anything that might betray uncertainty.
But Axel's eyes remained steady. Serious. Unwavering.
"I asked about that night," he continued quietly, "because something doesn't make sense." Axel's thumb brushed gently against her cheek, his voice dropping into something deeper, more unsettling.
Evelyn's heart pounded. "What do you mean?" She asked, confused.
"Earlier, you said your body felt strange," Axel asked quietly.
The atmosphere between them subtly changed, as if the room itself leaned in to listen.
