At the last moment, Rafael halted his fist.

It barely grazed Declan's nose.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Declan tapped his chest, looking at Rafael incredulously. "Rafael, are you..."

Rafael's gaze, dark and intense, silenced Declan before he could finish.

Tossing the boxing glove aside, Rafael leaped off the platform and headed for the changing room.

Observing Rafael's departure, Daniel couldn't resist leaning in toward Declan, his voice lowered. "Dr. Adamms, what do we do about the boss now? Should we just let him wallow like this?"

"What else can we do? Do you have any better ideas?" Declan asked helplessly.

Daniel sighed. "I never thought I'd see the day...