Everyone else was chatting in the living room, while Kenneth Yates and Dominic Thorne were in their rooms, working.
BANG!
The door to the sickroom swung open. A bitter smile spread across Ronan Jenkins’s pale face, as if to say, ’I’m back!’
Sean Murphy froze. He was so completely overwheld with joy, he was at a loss for words.
He shot up and ran to Ronan Jenkins, who was leaning against the door, and threw his arms around him. "Ronan, you’re finally awake!" He was smiling, but his eyes unexpectedly welled up with tears.
Ronan Jenkins’s hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure of what to do. After a long mont, he let them fall to his sides, simply letting Sean Murphy hold him and recount the events of the past few days.
A mont later, Kenneth Yates and Dominic Thorne hurried downstairs. Seeing Ronan Jenkins awake, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Felix Locke served dinner, and naturally, Wendy Vaughn stayed to eat with them.
"Sean, have so of this. It’s your favorite," Wendy Vaughn said, placing so food on Sean Murphy’s plate. Nearby, Dominic Thorne and Felix Locke both sucked in a sharp breath. Kenneth Yates and Ronan Jenkins, however, acted as if they’d seen nothing and continued to eat. But no one noticed how Ronan’s hand, the one holding his chopsticks, suddenly trembled, nearly causing him to drop them.
"Wendy, you should eat too. Hmm... let’s see. You like this," he said, placing her favorite dish onto her plate.
"Thank you, Sean!" Wendy Vaughn said with a bashful smile. Sean Murphy smiled back at her dotingly.
One smile brightened a heart; that sa smile pierced another...
Everyone at the table was lost in their own thoughts. Except for that perfect pair, the al was utterly tasteless for the rest of them.
After dinner, Kenneth Yates went up to the roof. The evening wind was getting chilly. ’I wonder if she’s dressed warmly enough.’
"Boss."
Kenneth Yates turned to see Ronan Jenkins. "Ronan, you’re still recovering. It’s too windy up here. Go back inside."
"I’m fine, Boss. Don’t worry about ." Ronan Jenkins walked over to Kenneth Yates’s side, seeming to want to say sothing but stopping short.
"You’ve been awake for a while, haven’t you, Ronan?" Kenneth Yates asked, looking up at the twinkling stars.
Ronan Jenkins stared at Kenneth Yates in astonishnt before breaking into a laugh. "I really can’t hide anything from you!"
"Every ti I went in to see you, the sheets on your bed were different." Kenneth Yates turned and leaned back against the railing, crossing his arms as he looked at Ronan.
"Heh, yeah. I guess I could only ever fool Sean with sothing like that." Ronan lowered his head.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I’ll stay here and take care of the business in Francelia."
"I was asking about Sean." He seed to be deliberately avoiding Kenneth Yates’s question.
"We’ll just go back to square one. Everything will be like it was before. It just takes ti." ’That’s right. I’ve been around Sean too much lately, and it’s stirred up feelings I can’t seem to quiet. I have to believe that ti will wash it all away. Then we can go back to the cold distance we had before.’
"Dominic and I are heading ho tomorrow. You take care of Sean."
"I will."
In the living room, Wendy Vaughn was telling Sean Murphy about recent events, and he listened patiently. The radiant smile on her face ward his heart.
"Sean, we’re out of rooms at the villa. Why don’t you take Wendy to a hotel?" Felix Locke suggested, coming downstairs. "Now that everyone’s here, we’re completely full. There are no spare rooms."
"Great! Let’s go, Sean! We can stay sowhere else!" Wendy Vaughn was delighted at the prospect of being alone with Sean Murphy.
"How about this: you take my room. I’ll go stay with Ronan and help look after him."
"Aww..." Wendy Vaughn pouted.
"Wendy, just listen," Sean said, his expression turning serious.
"Fine!" Wendy Vaughn huffed, getting to her feet and going upstairs in a huff.
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