Under His Control
Her face was pale, but clean.
Emma walked over to the sofa and turned on the television without really watching it.
“Why haven’t you left yet, Mr. Alex?” she asked flatly.
Alex approached, carrying the two steaming cups.
He sat beside Emma, placed the drinks on the table, then took the medicine out of the pharmacy bag.
Emma immediately frowned.
“I don’t need that.”
Alex opened the bruise ointment without replying.
Emma turned when he moved closer.
“Mr. Alex—”