Seeing James Horne, she blinked at him.
After performing a routine checkup on Marcel Horne, she reminded the Horne family not to talk for too long and to ensure the patient rested more, before she finally left the ward.
This girl is two-faced! James Horne thought to himself.
Although the two met again, they hadn't exchanged a single word.
The balcony had no heating, and as the night deepened, it grew increasingly cold.
Suddenly, a thick suit jacket was draped over Glades Horne's shoulders from behind. The cigar he held was taken by a pair of delicate hands and then extinguished.
"Worried about something?" Julia Bluen asked softly.
"It's cold on the balcony; let's go back inside." Glades Horne turned, took her hand, and the couple headed back into the room.
He closed the glass door to the balcony, and none of the room's warmth could reach it now.
