The moment the elevator doors shut completely, the soft warmth that had been sitting on Sebastian's face dissolved. His expression shifted back into something cold and hard, and he turned and walked back toward his office, resolved to get through every meeting and every item on today's schedule as quickly as possible so he could make it back to his wife in time for dinner and claim at least one more blissful night beside her.
When he returned to his office and settled behind his desk, the one that looked out over the wide glass wall and the view of his pack city stretching out below, Sebastian looked up at the doctor expectantly, ready for the report. But he immediately noticed something was off. Gilbert looked vacant, his eyes distant, and there was a faint flush sitting high on his cheeks that made Sebastian slowly arch one brow.
He tapped his fingers against the desk to get the man's attention.
