Night hadn’t yet fallen upon them, but the room was already getting dark.
The curtains in Fanny’s room were drawn such that Oliver couldn’t even tell if it was day or night in the room.
All he could see was the woman before him. Her skin was fair and her facial features were striking, and she looked at him with doe eyes.
Fanny glanced at the door behind Oliver that he just shut, and chuckled inwardly.
Oliver wasn’t as composed as she expected him to be.
Over the past few years, she had always thought of him as an insurmountable peak, someone unfathomable. That was why she kept her love for him in the depths of her heart, never daring to say it out.
Recently, however, Fanny was beginning to think that nothing in this world was sacred and unfathomable.
She was in the depths of hell.
Her gaze was raw.
Oliver looked away, and his Adam’s apple trembled ever so slightly. He grabbed the first-aid kit in the room and walked to her, then sat down on the bedside.
“Are you going to check my body, Dr. Channing?” Fanny looked at him ambiguously.
Oliver looked down, avoiding her gaze. “Be serious.”
Fanny laid down on the bed and chuckled. “How am I not being serious?”
He pulled out his medical apparatus, and finally looked Fanny in the eye. “Did you argue with Yvonne while I was away?”
Fanny smiled, her eyes twinkling like stars. The unshed tears in her eyes were like pearls; seeing it made Oliver anxious and antsy all over. He could sense subtle changes in a part of his body.
Sometimes, things between a man and a woman were best left unspoken.
All that was needed was the right mood; and that was what he and Fanny had right now.
The room was getting darker, but no one turned the lights on.
Oliver checked Fanny’s state of recovery in the dark, while she relied on the dim light peeking through the curtains to cooperate with him.
Slowly, the mood between them took a different turn.
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