A breath got caught in her throat as she stared at the operating table, feeling like she was about to suffocate.
Minutes that felt like centuries passed before the man finally rose from the operating table. He stepped down, his back to her.
The man was tall, especially noticeable in the crowd, and caught one's eye immediately.
Walter Schmidt... Emily Stone's eyes widened, and she bit her lip hard, unable to believe she could actually see him again.
Her body became instantly rigid like a statue. She stood motionless, not even daring to blink as she fixed her gaze on the man's back.
The man's upper body was bare, his tall and straight figure standing out. His wheat-colored skin had a bronze sheen under the operating room lights, his muscular build appearing balanced and powerful, with not an ounce of excess fat, like an international male model.
