I lowered my gaze, instinctively trying to explain, “I wasn’t following you two. It really was just a coincidence. Sorry to bother you.”
“Wait.”
She frowned as she spoke, and I noticed a flicker of jealousy in Knox’s eyes.
Tightening his hold on her waist, Knox smiled and said, “Mr. Thatcher, I really appreciate your blood donation. Without you, I’d probably still be lightheaded. President Deveraux, why don’t we invite Mr. Thatcher to come home with us?”
She gave Knox a satisfied glance before replying, “The kindest man in the world, whatever you say, Knox.”
I had originally planned to grab my luggage and leave, so I didn’t object to his ‘kind’ invitation.
Inside the spacious black car, just as Knox had hoped, I soon spotted a lacy pair of women’s underwear wedged in a seat gap.
“Huh? This. Why is this still in the car? Giselle, I must’ve forgotten to take care of it.”
Knox looked flustered as he grabbed the panties, quickly tucking them into his inner pocket.
She playfully punched his chest a few times, all while subtly observing my reaction.
But when she saw that I wasn’t angry at all, that same sense of frustration she had felt back in the hospital room crept up on her once again.