1016: He is the marshal chief (18)_1
"Still standing there?" The man finally spoke, his magnetic voice betraying no emotion.
Emily Stone slowly raised her head and, against the bright lights, she saw the man standing steadily ten meters away.
Dressed in military uniform, with black boots on his feet, one hand in his pocket, his dark eyes fixed on her, his face expressionless.
Still so cold and indifferent… Emily wrapped her arms around herself and slowly walked towards him, stopping two or three meters away.
Then, lifting her head to look at him, through the frames of her glasses, Emily could finally see him clearly and realized that the man's skin was darker than before, probably tanned from recent military exercises.
The bronze color of his skin only accentuated his masculinity, his physique even more rugged and robust.
Walter Schmidt watched her for a moment, silent, then raised his hand and began to unbutton.