Chapter 890

Jace brushed a loose strand of hair from Rhea’s forehead, his fingers brushing her cheek with a gentle warmth. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide—caught between fear and embarrassment.

“Dr. Neufeld, something’s off about you today,” he said, his voice low and steady, almost hypnotic.

Rhea’s lips trembled. “I… Dean, I…” she stammered, unable to get the words out.

His eyes narrowed. He suddenly grabbed her wrist, his grip firm enough to make her gasp. “You thought I wouldn’t notice? You spiked my water.”

Her heart dropped. He’d tasted it. “Please, Dean, I had no choice. Let me explain,” she begged, tears welling up.

Jace scoffed, betrayal lacing his voice. “No choice? Drugging me? I thought I knew you, Dr. Neufeld.”