The moment she recognized Timothy York, Summer Thorne felt a bit dazed.
She instinctively thought that at this hour, Timothy York should be out and busy with work. She never expected to suddenly see him here—especially not when he was staring, captivated, at another woman.
In every way, this version of Timothy York was a stranger to Summer Thorne.
It made her wonder if, because she hadn't seen him for a few days, her mind was so full of him that she was now mistaking a stranger for him.
So Summer Thorne stared intently for a long while.
The sea breeze occasionally lifted the sheer curtains, making the man's face behind them drift in and out of focus.
Finally, Summer Thorne was certain.
It was, without a doubt, Timothy York.
'And he must have been sitting there for a long time.'
For one, Timothy York wasn't wearing his suit jacket, which meant he hadn't just returned from outside.
