"..." Edward Stephens remained silent, his deep eyes inscrutably watching him.
Nicholas Woods maintained a friendly smile, but cold sweat broke out on his neck under that gaze.
"Ahem." He cleared his throat lightly, struggling to regain his voice, "Mr. Stephens, this is just a routine question we doctors ask. If you don't wish to answer, then..."
"Not yet."
Nicholas almost bit his own tongue.
His monolid eyes behind the glasses lit up with a strange light, staring at Edward Stephens for a long time, until the man's expressionless gaze fell on his face. He then instinctively withdrew his gaze, awkwardly took off his glasses and wiped them: "... If I remember correctly, you've been married to Miss Ginger for half a year, right?"
"..."
"In the face of such a beauty as Miss Ginger... could it be that Mr. Stephens has some unspeakable secret?"
Edward Stephens: "Is this the usual question you psychologists ask?"
