Leah stood at the door, listening to Richard Shaw talking on the phone with calm composure, without making a sound.
Noticing someone behind him, the man quickly hung up the phone, turned around to see Leah, was startled at first, then his cold and resolute face sank, and he walked over without saying a word, scooped her up horizontally, and said angrily, "On such a cold day, why are you coming out barefoot in your nightgown?"
Leah was momentarily taken aback. She had gotten up in a hurry and forgot to put on shoes and clothes.
Richard Shaw carried her to the bedroom, then tucked her into the blanket, kissed her slightly cold little face, then frowned, brought a warm towel to wipe her feet, and held them with his large hand, warming her feet.
"What happened?" Leah was wrapped up in the blanket, only her somewhat pale, beautiful face exposed. Seeing him actually warming her feet with his hands, she asked, somewhat lost in thought.
