As Annabelle Linton watched him hurry over, her expression faltering as a misty haze clouded her eyes.
'Did he rush over because the call was disconnected?'
"Annabelle."
Aaron Wyatt ran to her side, looking her over and asking with concern, "Why did you hang up in the middle of our conversation? You had me worried sick."
He had also heard a loud bang just before, but the call disconnected before he could ask about it. He had been terrified, thinking something had happened to her.
Annabelle Linton stared at his worried expression, momentarily dazed. She answered automatically, "I'm fine…"
Seeing her pale face, Aaron Wyatt's heart lurched. His brow furrowed, and thinking she had a fever, he stepped forward and placed a hand on her forehead to check her temperature.
He let out a sigh of relief when he found her temperature was normal.
