Rory Linden realized there was no point in talking to Nadia Willow, so she turned to leave.
Nadia Willow’s mother was standing right at the door.
When Rory Linden ca out, the woman’s gaze followed her.
Not until Rory Linden had left the hallway did she mutter, "How can they look so much alike..."
Rory Linden didn’t want to think about any of it and walked straight toward the elevators.
She had just reached the sixth-floor inpatient ward, planning to change and head ho.
She noticed there wasn’t a single nurse at the station by the entrance.
After looking around, she discovered that a patient had suddenly gone into crisis and was being resuscitated.
Rory Linden quickly went to help.
By the ti she returned to her office and took off her white coat, it was already past three in the morning.
Before she had rushed off to help, she had already told the driver waiting for her to go ho.
’At this hour...’
’I’ll have to take a taxi ho.’
Rory Linden took a chocolate bar from her drawer and ate it as she walked downstairs.
The lobby of the inpatient ward was empty, save for a single person sitting on a sofa in the waiting area.
It was Sean Harrison.
The man stared quietly out the window, his dark eyes colored by the night, giving him an exceptionally cold air.
Rory Linden then realized he had probably always been this way.
’It’s just that...’
’I saw him through rose-colored glasses before.’
Hearing a sound, Sean Harrison looked over.
His gaze lingered on Rory Linden for a second before he stood up and started walking out.
Rory Linden simply followed him.
Followed him into the car.
The car drove all the way to the underground parking garage.
They got out.
They went ho.
The entire way, neither of them said a word.
Once inside, Rory Linden kept her head down as she changed into her slippers and walked straight toward the guest bedroom.
Sean Harrison didn’t follow.
The tension between them was like a rubber band stretched taut, the calm before the storm.
The duration of the rural dical mission was uncertain.
It could be a month, or maybe a little longer.
This was Rory Linden’s second ti going, so she had experience.
She packed a change of clothes, basic costics, and supplies she had bought in advance like shampoo and laundry soap.
She also bought so inexpensive little toys and candy.
To children from the city, these trinkets might seem insignificant.
But to children who grew up in the countryside, they were incredibly precious.
In addition, Rory Linden also packed a small box of sanitary pads.
During her dical mission the previous year, she had discovered that many young girls in the countryside, for various reasons, didn’t have pads to use when they got their periods.
So used toilet paper, others used cloth strips, and so girls even resorted to using plastic bags.
This ti, Rory Linden planned to bring extra to hand out.
Even if it was only temporary help, it was a small gesture from her heart.
Once everything was packed, Rory Linden grabbed her suitcase, ready to leave.
She had just reached the front door and was about to change her shoes when...
Sean Harrison appeared from out of nowhere and grabbed her wrist.
Rory Linden jumped!
She instinctively tried to yank her hand away.
The man’s grip was too strong; she couldn’t break free at all.
The main lights in the apartnt weren’t on.
The light in the foyer was dim.
Rory Linden looked up, her gaze eting the man’s dark eyes, which were hidden in the shadows and betrayed no emotion.
But the fingers clamped around her wrist were exceptionally tight, as if he were afraid she’d run away.
They were locked in a stalemate for several seconds before the man finally spoke. "Where are you going?"
"I’m leaving for the rural dical mission today. Did you forget?"
Rory Linden tried her best to keep her tone level.
She actually had so many questions she wanted to ask.
So many things she wanted to say.
But she didn’t know how to start. She was even more afraid of the answer she might get—of finding out that the man she loved was actually a criminal.
"Do you need to leave this early for the dical mission?"
Perhaps afraid of hurting her, the man loosened his grip slightly.
Rory Linden stopped struggling, readily agreeing. "Then I’ll sleep for a couple of hours before I go."
Seeing her start toward the guest bedroom, Sean Harrison imdiately said, "Sleep with in the master bedroom."
"No!"
Rory Linden’s refusal was blunt.
She had always considered herself soone who could let things go easily.
Just like a short while ago, when her relationship with Miles Harrison—whom she had known for twenty years and dated for four—ended without her dragging things out.
But when it ca to Sean Harrison...
She found that she was wavering internally.
Sean Harrison wasted no more words. He bent down, hoisted Rory Linden into his arms, and started walking toward the master bedroom...
"Let go of ! Let go!"
Rory Linden struggled.
But the man was tall, and the size difference between them was significant.
He was practically hauling her.
For the first ti, Sean Harrison completely ignored her struggles, carrying her straight to the bedroom and tossing her onto the bed.
The next second, he was pressing down on top of her.
One hand easily pinned both of hers.
The lights in the master bedroom were also off.
Only the cool-toned moonlight flooded the room.
"Rory Linden, you said you would never leave ."
Sean Harrison looked down at the woman pinned beneath him.
His dark eyes, steeped in shadow, couldn’t hide the intense, undeniable emotion within them...
"Because I never thought you would lie to !" Rory Linden stopped struggling and looked up at him. "The person I wouldn’t leave was the Sean Harrison I thought I knew."
"I never ant to lie to you."
The man’s voice was hoarse.
"Then can you tell now why you did it? What was so important that it couldn’t be discussed? Why did you have to kill soone? Why did you have to break the law?!"
There was even a hint of despair in Rory Linden’s voice.
She thought that perhaps her world was simply too naive.
She simply couldn’t understand what could possibly be worth Sean Harrison—a man who had so much that others could only dream of—breaking the law for.
"I wasn’t trying to kill her. That on her wasn’t blood. I just arranged for a plane to send her out of the country." Sean Harrison paused. "She should never have co back."
Rory Linden was even more confused. "How does her being in the country affect you? Isn’t she just a designer?"
"..."
"It can’t be because Auntie Rhodes likes her and wants you to marry her, can it?"
Rory Linden guessed casually.
She knew that couldn’t be it.
With Sean Harrison’s personality and resources, handling sothing like that would be far too simple for him.
No one could force him to do sothing he didn’t want to do.
Sean Harrison shook his head.
They were very, very close.
Close enough for Rory Linden to clearly see the face of the man she loved.
Those dark eyes were just as tender and affectionate as they had always been.
But.
This ti, she turned her face away. "Don’t look at like that. I don’t even know which version of you is real anymore."
The man from that night, sitting in the studio.
His cold expression, his indifferent and distant gaze—it all replayed in her mind over and over.
Impossible to erase.
"They both are," Sean Harrison said. "But the past should stay in the past. From now on, I’ll only be the man you see before you..."
"Mr. Harrison," Rory Linden cut him off. "Are you trying to tell that you did all of this for ?"
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