Calculations

"Alright then," Avery Miller said, closing her mouth, which had been agape in surprise, and nodding meekly, her expression a mixture of understanding and charm.

Mr. Yamada found himself fighting the urge to reach out and ruffle her hair, to playfully provoke her and see her react—her annoyance would surely be captivating. He clenched his hands at his sides, restraining himself from such inappropriate actions. After all, she belonged to Ethan, and he could not overstep.

Turning away abruptly, his restlessness visible, Mr. Yamada addressed the passing hospital staff, "That's settled then. I'll come to pick you up after my meeting."

Avery gave a soft acknowledgment. She had sensed the tense and delicate atmosphere that had briefly formed between them. For a moment, she even thought Mr. Yamada might make an unwanted advance, causing her a flicker of anxiety. However, she realized she had probably been overthinking it.