Chapter 49 Aloof Guy

• Emyr's gaze lingered on her so-called innocent face. "You're not fooling anyone."
• Charmaine cleared her throat, her voice deliberately casual. "With me here, Mr. Emyr, you don't need anyone else to take care of your leg. I can handle it. Trust me—I'm practically a miracle worker."
• His laugh was short and cutting, his tone as cold as winter wind. "If I left it to you, I'd end up in a coffin. You'd probably have to crawl in after me just to keep paying for your mistakes."