He wrapped his arms around her bare body.
His thin lips gently descended on her skin, leaving behind trails of ambiguous kiss marks—all his handiwork.
*
The next day.
Eva Nightingale woke up to find the bed empty.
She touched the side beside her, the pillow still held some warmth—it seemed he had just left not long ago.
Eva furrowed her brows, glanced down at herself—such suggestive marks on her body; did he come and kiss her again after she fell asleep last night?
Eva pondered for a couple of seconds, then dressed, got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. After getting refreshed, she came out and heard a knock at the door.
"Knock knock—"
"Come in," she said, and had already opened the door.
Entering was Harry North, accompanied by Dr. Meng.
"Miss Eva Bennett," Harry spoke politely. Even after seeing her many times, knowing she greatly resembled the former Miss Nightingale, Harry couldn't help but silently sigh as he saw her now. She really looks like her! She must be!
