Lorraine Hughes turned her slender hand, the unlit cigarette rested on his ear, her warm fingertips touched briefly and then slipped away.
"Have another one, give up the treatment, don't waste the good medicine."
Nathan Bolton laughed lightly and stepped back, the faint scent of tobacco dissipating: "Why didn't you just finish off that woman?"
He knew well that Lorraine Hughes had fallen into the water on purpose.
Lorraine Hughes propped her cheek with one hand, her half-wet long hair casually draping to one side, "It's easy to deal with one person, but everyone behind her, that's troublesome."
In her past life, the people who imprisoned her had intricate ties with Annabelle Hughes, and they weren't easy to handle.
Nathan Bolton nodded without probing further, his gaze instead falling on her, sliding from top to bottom, "This outfit suits you quite well."
