She didn't recognize this man, nor could she find the memory of Ellen Candi, This man was very good to her, yet she just couldn't become intimate with him.
Philip Shaw looked down at her, the same face, but he had never failed to distinguish between the two of them.
"I'll help you look for it," he said to her, and in return, Ellen gave him a radiant smile.
Seeing the smile on Ellen's face, what he thought of was that Aldana probably used to smile like this as well.
But she hadn't smiled for a long time.
After coaxing Ellen to sleep, he got up and went back to Aldana's room.
The light was off, and Aldana was already asleep; he walked over, pulled back the quilt, and leaned over onto Aldana's delicate body.
She must have just taken a shower, her skin still damp, emitting a faint fragrance, and he was somewhat captivated.
The scent and warmth of her body were just right, making him feel comfortable.
He took a deep breath, gazed at her cheek, and felt a warmth in his chest.
