Anna Jadwin took a large step back and quickly shut the door.
She hadn't been seeing things, had she? Was it an illusion? Wayne Bailey had really returned, and he was completely unharmed?
She wanted to take another look, but her hand on the doorknob was as stiff as wood, unable to move even a step.
It wasn't until the figure inside moved, opening the door to the bathroom.
Wayne Bailey, his body dripping with water, wearing only a towel around his waist, looked at her intensely.
There were even white suds in his hair.
"Wayne Bailey—Uncle—" Anna Jadwin's mind was in utter chaos, "Are you alright?"
Wayne Bailey's expression was profound, completely unfathomable as he stared deeply at her, "That's what I should be asking you."
His deep, magnetic voice resonated in her ear, filled with masculine charm.
Anna Jadwin bit her lip, preventing tears from falling; he was alive... really unscratched... that was good, so very good!
