Violet turned her gaze to me again. "Doctor Montclair, don't misunderstand. The captain and I are just like close friends. You don’t need to think of me as a woman."
Even as she spoke, her toes brushed against Evan’s leg more boldly.
Evan's expression immediately stiffened. "Don’t talk nonsense, Violet. Isla isn’t the type to be overprotective."
"I'm going to get some milk," I said calmly, standing up. I didn’t want to witness any more of this charade.
As soon as I turned around after getting the milk, I bumped into Violet who was following me closely. The warm milk I was pouring spilled, soaking her thin dress. Her seductive outline was now on full display.
Evan’s eyes darted toward her instantly. His throat moved as he swallowed hard.
For a brief moment, a flicker of desire crossed his face, but he quickly masked it.
"Captain Aldridge, how can I walk around like this? Perhaps I should borrow something from Doctor Montclair to wear?"
Violet bit her lip lightly.
Evan avoided meeting my gaze as he said, "Isla, why don’t you help Violet find some clothes?"
"You go ahead. I need to clean up here first." I gestured toward the spilled milk on the floor.
Without protest, Evan led Violet upstairs.