Immediately, Julian Winslow paused in his stride. He turned slightly, his voice clear and cold. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't."
"Julius, that person has been gone for eight years and won't be coming back. As I see it, other than her somewhat fiery temper, Miss Hughes is a perfect match for you in every other way. Plus, I can tell you're not completely indifferent to her. You might as well..." Sharon Morton paused briefly before continuing, "You might as well try to love her."
Julian didn't answer. He simply said, "Get some rest." With that, he walked straight out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Meanwhile, Shalma Hughes, who had just left the room, didn't return to her own. Instead, she went to the hotel balcony. She stood there, looking at the world outside the glass windows, her heart filled with profound loneliness.
