Evan hears Avery scoffing at the dresser. She turns up the hairdryer in the hopes that the sound will muffle out Evan and Robert's conversation, but the dryer is suddenly snatched away from her hands. Evan holds it instead and points it toward her hair. The warm wind blows on her hair and his long fingers gently brush it.
"That's enough. I can handle this on my own," Avery says as she reaches to grab the dryer, "Miss Lisa is still waiting for you at the presidential suite. Don't you have to go up to give her an explanation?"
"I don't need to give anyone but you an explanation," Evan says stubbornly.
He continues to dry her hair for her.
"You don't have to. We've already signed the—"
Evan's look turns dark, and his fingers twist in Avery's hair. It hurts her scalp. She's not the only one who is hurt. His heart feels like beasts have torn his flesh apart.
He shuts down the noisy hairdryer and regards her coldly.