Just as Rosalind White was humming a tune with a smile, suddenly the door of the hospital room was opened—
A strikingly handsome face came into sight.
The smile on Rosalind White's face suddenly froze. Fiona Vaughn had just left not long ago. Did Adrian Law happen to see that woman?
This was not what Rosalind White hoped for, so she was somewhat flustered; her previous composure and grace in front of Fiona Vaughn were gone.
"Adrian, why are you here?"
...
"Haven't you always hoped I'd come?"
Adrian Law looked at the frail girl on the hospital bed with sarcasm, his brows cold and indifferent.
The setting sun outside the window gradually slanted, city lights beginning to twinkle, and the warm orange light flowed along the man's perfectly angled jaw.
His dark eyes were like a vast, endless black sea, so deep, so cold.
Rosalind White's heart was instantly in chaos, even her voice becoming awkwardly distressed.
"Adrian... please don't speak to Rosalind like this, okay?"
