Old Mr. Edwin finished his breakfast and the nurse took away the food tray and left the ward.
Blake Fuller held a stethoscope in one hand and walked towards the bed.
As he passed by Caroline, his gaze subtly fell on her.
Today she wore a white short-sleeved shirt, exposing her fair arms.
Her white high-waisted sport pants made her legs look extraordinarily long.
Although the pants were loose and her legs' true shape was obscured, he could still imagine when he took a brief glance.
Her body was of golden proportions; her legs wouldn't be bad either.
His steps didn't pause as he walked past her and went straight to the bedside.
Others might not have noticed that brief, hidden glance, but how could Caroline, the person involved, not feel it?
She lowered her head, glanced at her legs, and looked back up at Blake Fuller's back, her eyes gleaming.
