Chapter 164. Sprained Ankle

Calla tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out. How could she tell him she followed him there? He would be more pissed to find out that she followed him thinking he was a stranger.

She swallowed and tried again. “I couldn’t sleep,” she started, her voice in a whisper. “So I went into the conservatory.”

“In nothing but a thin robe?” he asked, his voice growing sharper.

“It… it wasn’t that cold when I left the house.” She pushed her lower lip forward, her gaze falling to where he held the ice pack over her sprained ankle.

Of course, it was cold when she stepped outside and her feet touched the ground. It had rained, and she wasn’t oblivious to that. She had only thought she would be in the conservatory for a short while.

Silence fell between them, both breathing and trying to control their emotio