Chapter 722

Aiden gazed tenderly as the girl stepped into the hospital room, her silhouette vanishing behind the door. Just then, a shadow fell across him. Moments later, Philip plopped down beside him with a derisive snort. "Quit staring. She's long gone. What, you think burning holes into that door will make her reappear?" Aiden glanced at him, offering a faint smile but no reply. Philip's brow furrowed. He'd come to realize this so-called husband of the little lass had an infuriating personality—aloof, indifferent, treating everyone with detached coolness. That previous good temper? Clearly an act put on solely for the girl's benefit. What was so special about him anyway? Just a pretty face. With another icy huff, Philip pressed on, "How much longer do you plan to keep at this dangerous job? Ever consider what happens if one day you don't come back? Leaving that girl a widow?" At the mention of Willow, Aiden's expression softened imperceptibly. "I know," he murmured quietly. "Know my foot!" Phi