Thinking of this, Rebecca Quentin's slender body slowly leaned back against the headboard.
She knew he was already fine. It had been three days since Roger Leonard called her, and if something really happened, Roger would have surely called her again...
But without seeing him in person, who can be sure?
The doorbell was still ringing...
Unable to ignore it any longer, Rebecca Quentin threw off the covers and got out of bed.
On her way to open the door, Rebecca had already dismissed the idea that it might be Howard Geoffrey outside, but after she turned the doorknob, her thin and frail body froze for a long time.
Their eyes met.
Her eyes, faintly shimmering with moisture, met his, which seemed darker and brighter at night.
