Her almond-shaped eyes were dreamily unfathomable, capturing Brian Yates in a momentary daze when she smiled softly.
After attending to her hand injury, she hoped it wouldn't leave a scar, because her future work wouldn't tolerate any scars on her body.
Fortunately, she wasn't prone to scarring, but if luck was against her, who could say?
"If you have any difficulties, I can help you." He couldn't call her Avery, but he was unwilling to call her sister-in-law; deep in his heart, he resisted this term.
"No, I don't."
Avery Jane gave him a dispassionate glance. What could he do if she said her difficulties came from his mother's harshness and his sister's unreasonable antics?
Was he really that foolish?
Didn't he see through today's happenings?
Everything seemed to return to calm, but all the tumultuous waves were just hidden beneath the serene surface.
They seethed, merely waiting for a day to break forth and change everyone's lives.
