Keane Lowell's brows remained tightly knitted, his deep, distinct eyes were intensely serious, seemingly oblivious to her concerns, staring at her without a word, unable to do anything about her.
Claire Prescott felt uneasy under his gaze.
Realizing he was still angry, she simply took off her mask and kissed him on the lips, making a final effort to salvage the situation.
This kiss softened Keane's expression a bit, but a hint of coldness still lingered in his eyes.
He asked, "Is she feeling better?"
He was referring to Zara Leighton.
Claire nodded, "She's much better today, her pulse is also more stable."
"She's not at the point where she can't take care of herself, is she?"
Claire was momentarily confused, pondering the meaning behind his words, when the next moment, he picked her up horizontally.
Keane stepped forward, disregarding her wishes, forcibly putting her into the car, determined to take her away with a strong resolve, his stance exuding a chilly aura.
