After offering a word of comfort, he prepared to lift her up.
Then a slight warmth touched his neck, and in the next moment, he felt a patch of dampness.
His heart felt as if it were being torn apart by a hand. He knew she was crying and understood her feelings; she certainly didn't want him to see.
So, holding back his heartache, he pretended not to notice and bent down to help her up.
Walter Schmidt personally helped her put on her pants, then carried her in his arms out of the bathroom. Upon entering the bedroom, he turned off all the lights, including drawing the curtains.
The automatic curtains slowly closed, blocking out the city's dazzling lights outside; the curtains had excellent blackout effects, letting no light seep through after being closed.
The suite was pitch dark as Walter Schmidt lay down with Emma Benson in his arms, his large hand wrapping around her waist.
