Chapter 195

Renee never imagined Carl could be so reckless.

Despite the late hour, there were still many people around the hospital. Yet he brazenly slipped her hand under his sweater.

Her icy fingers touched his burning waist, causing her to let out an involuntary gasp.

People turned to look at the sound. She quickly lowered her head, struggling fiercely, but he held her hand firmly against his waist.

Renee curled her fingers, feeling taut muscles beneath her palm, unable to escape.

If anyone took a step closer, they'd see her hand inside his sweater.

She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but the heat from his skin felt alarmingly high.

Panicked, she warned, "Uncle Carl, you're crazy. What if someone takes a photo?"

Carl fixed her with a cold stare. "You weren't afraid to come see Travis dressed like this late at night, but you're scared to be with me? Then why did you enter my room that time?"

Renee hesitated, not daring to meet his eyes. Once, she had loved this man passionately.