Doctor Gavin was somewhat taken aback by her sudden arrival.
When did Young Madame Walker come in? They had somehow missed it.
Meeting her ink-jade-like eyes, Emily Walker regained her composure with a hint of melancholy.
But on the surface, she revealed nothing and simply turned around indifferently, leaving the small room to return to the bedroom.
Watching her retreating figure, Baron Stuart remained calm without saying a word.
Lying on the soft large bed, Emily's mind was filled with the ghastly wound on his back.
How and when was that wound inflicted? She was oblivious.
A pang of heartache sprouted in her heart, but it was kept hidden and never revealed.
Their relationship had now become ambiguous. It wasn't quite a cold war, nor an argument.
It had been a few days since they had a proper exchange, despite the physical proximity, they were like strangers.
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One hour later, the private jet landed in City C.
Upon disembarking, a chauffeur-driven car was waiting.