Angela hadn't left. She stood in the corridor with her back to Luna, seeing the view outside the window.
"Have you made up your mind to stay with Mr. James?" Luna approached her, looking out of the window along with her. "Dad is treating you this way now, so once he knows this incident is related to Mr. James ...."
She didn't continue.
"I have thought it through, and I don't believe James would do such things." Angela frowned slightly, "James is coming to pick me up. Please don't mention it again, Luna."
Luna shot a glance at Angela with a complicated look on her face. After a while, she said, "You'd better think it over. Since both of my children are at home, I have to go now."
"Oh." Angela intended to say something but eventually bit it back. She replied with merely a nod.
After a tender tap on her shoulder, Luna left.
It's a nice day today. The sky was blue and cloudless, and even the sunlight was seemingly warmer than usual. In contrast, Angela was overcast in her mind and her thoughts in a mess.
She might pay little attention to her dad's attitude towards her, yet what about her brother?
Would he treat her the same after Luna told him that mom's suicide concerned James?
Besides her brother, what about herself? Could she go against her conscience to be together with him?
"Why are you staying outside? Don't you feel cold?" James's voice came from her back.
Not until now did Angela realized she had been standing there for a long time, given it would take him half an hour at least from his company to the hospital.
Out of her trance, Angela looked at him and answered, "I'm fine. Let's go."
At the sight of her hands red with cold, James frowned mildly. He stepped to her, held her hands, and blew on them to warm them up.
"Are you a fool? Couldn't you find a warm place to wait?" After a while, as he didn't feel her hand was that cold, he held her hand and put it in the pocket of his coat before walking towards the elevator.
Though Angela's hands were warm, she felt half of her heart was hot but the other half was icy. "It's too hot in the ward, and I went out for some air."
"Since your leg has not fully recovered, don't linger at a cold place." James stroked her hand in the pocket and looked down at her, "What about the other hand?"
Not even cool, for he had just held it. It's still warm.
Even so, Angela stopped to show him the other hand, "It's cold."
Staring at her for a moment, James sighed gently, took off his coat, and put it on her.
The remnants of his heat and a faint scent of men's perfume made her feel secure unwittingly. Angela gathered the coat around her and. with a hesitation, took his hand to put it into the pocket.
The two entered the elevator. James was among the crowd huddling together, shielding Angela in his arms to prevent her from being touched.
Angela looked up at him. His bushy eyelashes cast a shadow on his face. While tucking his lips, he seemed to try to resist something.
Having accompanied him for so many years, she knew it clear that he hated skinship ...
Ding!
The elevator stopped.
James went out with Angela in his arms when she heard several women whispering—
"What a beautiful couple! They are perfectly suited!"
"Their child must be cute. Alas, why wouldn't I be their kid?"
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