"Sawyer, your grandpa is in the hospital; shouldn't we hurry back to the city?"
Abigail looked him in the eyes, but when she felt the warmth of his hand, she blushed. She quickly tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was too firm for her to escape.
Sawyer didn't rush to respond; instead, he gazed at her soft, delicate hand in his palm. He squeezed it gently enough to make his blood boil.
After sensing that she no longer resisted his grip, he turned to meet her shy gaze.
"There's no need to worry about that cunning old man. I know he is healthy enough to run 10K in an hour. He just wanted to lure me back home. That's why he had someone publish those ridiculous articles online."
Sawyer smiled as he noticed her beautiful eyes widen in shock.
"My grandpa might be at home right now. Usually, he played chess with his butler at this hour and couldn't care less about anything else."