Timothy pushed the door open, and in the flickering candlelight, he could see everything clearly.
Sylvia was sitting quietly on the bed, her gaze fixed on her delicate, beautiful feet.
Her long, slender legs were hugged close to her body, her skin smooth and pale, almost glowing like porcelain.
It was obvious she was deep in thought.
When the door suddenly opened, Sylvia's head shot up. Her face flushed a soft pink as she looked at Timothy, startled.
She quickly turned her head away, trying to hide her embarrassment.
But that only made it more obvious.
Timothy could tell right away—something was definitely off with her today.
And not just a little off—really off.
"Uh, hey, babe, are you feeling any better?" Timothy cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to break the tension.
