She turned to me and asked, "Do you mind, Doctor Montclair?"
"If you don’t mind, come in. It just so happens that I didn’t make your captain’s breakfast." I kept my expression calm.
At the dining table, Violet sat directly across from Evan. Her delicate toes teased his calves under the table from time to time.
Evan’s face tightened, yet he did not move away.
I pretended not to notice her antics, focusing on my meal. Yet, the images of them together kept flashing through my mind.
"Try this, Captain Aldridge. This one is so good."
Violet picked up some bread and brought it to Evan's mouth. The bread indeed was so delicious that it was blatantly irresistible.
Evan turned his head slightly to avoid it and refused, "No need."
Though his words were firm, his gaze flickered briefly to her low-cut collar.
"Why so shy? You weren’t like this in the hospital." Violet chuckled, her red lips parted slightly. "Are you worried that Doctor Montclair will get upset?"
Evan's Adam's apple bobbed visibly.
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.
Left alone, I sat at the dining table, listening to the faint noises from upstairs.
Not long after, a stifled moan was heard.
My fists clenched instinctively, my nails digging painfully into my palms.