LEONARD’S POV.

As I looked at Evelyn’s innocent and beautiful face while she slept, a pang of fear struck my chest. Everything was happening so fast, and before I knew it, the morning had come. It was 4am when Evelyn woke up. I hadn’t even had a second of sleep.

Mr. Wyatt was still unconscious.

“Good morning, babe,” Evelyn’s voice cut through the cold morning air.

“Morning, babe,” I replied gently, trying to hide the turmoil inside me. Thankfully, my voice didn’t betray me.

She looked like she wanted to say something but was interrupted by a call on her phone. Quickly, she picked it up—it was her secretary.

“Good...