"He set up a studio just for you?" Vivian Sullivan took out a tissue and wiped the bench in the greenhouse. "You look much better today than before."
Halfway through her words, Summer Lowell understood the real meaning Vivian left unsaid.
"Maxim Sinclair has been truly kind to me now. I see he genuinely wants to make things work between us," Summer looked up at the greenhouse glass, unable to make out the moon's outline. "If I were still troubled by amnesia, I might be lost in his tenderness, but my memories remain..."
"Can't the past really be put behind?" Vivian supported her chin with her hand. "You seem a little confused and hesitant. Is Maxim Sinclair giving you a hard time?"
Silence engulfed the greenhouse.
Vivian looked at Summer, who was staring ahead without blinking. Feeling a bit sorry, she hugged her: "What kind of ordeal is this? When you first submitted your resume to Stellart, I should have stopped you. The real culprit is still this company."
