Andrew Clifford's presidential suite is on the opposite side of the hotel. As a servant pulls open the thick curtains, the light shines through the sheers, lighting up the darkened room. Gabrielle carefully removes the gauze bandage on Andrew's chest, sterilizes the wound with ethyl alcohol and applies a salve to help heal the wound. She wraps Andrew's wound with clean, white gauze.
"I've treated the wound, Mr. Clifford," Gabrielle whispers shyly, "Please remember that it shouldn't be immersed in water."
Her face turned red as she looked at his strong chest muscles, and she turned her head away. Andrew is the most casual man she has ever met. He insisted that the hospital discharge him right after a major operation. Even though he has stitches on his chest, he takes long baths as usual.
"He is also the strangest man I've ever met," Gabrielle thinks.
