His new spy

His almond eyes were trained on the beauty who was sleeping without a care in the world after scaring him to his bone. His black coat was lying on the couch and his crisp button-up shirt was drenched in his sweat. The cuffs were unlinked with sleeves folded to elbows, his golden Rolex dangling around his left wrist while his other hand was busy stroking her hair. No one can read his expression as his eyes were cold, lips sealed in a thin line, and jaw set but despite his reticent and cold aura, his actions were tender and gentle.

Evelyn, on the other hand, was in a hospital gown with a cannula attached to her left hand and her mouth covered with an oxygen mask. The beeping of machines and his soft breaths were the only sound that could be heard in the small room.

After bringing Evelyn to the hospital, Xander was frantically pacing in the hallway. His perfect chocolate brown hair was reduced into a mare’s nest because of his habit of combing them whenever he is stressed. His rage for E