Henry Hudson put down his chopsticks, an unintentional glance out the window caught his eye. It wasn't completely dark yet, the dim nightfall faintly painted the entire sky, the horizon was adorned with misty clouds, it was beautiful.
After cleaning the table, Charlotte Thompson heard Henry say unexpectedly, "Charlotte, let's take a walk."
Upon hearing his words, a slight surprise crossed her face. She followed his gaze to the outside and slightly grinned, nodding in agreement.
Elsewhere, outside the hospital.
The man leaned back in the driver's seat. Despite the cool weather, he was feeling inexplicably irritable.
He tried to calm down his mood. Justin Battleson looked at his wristwatch, his attractive eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Charlotte Thompson had been inside for nearly an hour now.
Was delivering a meal supposed to take this long?
Especially when he was waiting for her outside.