The housemaid brought hot water, and Maxwell Cameron took the towel, gently wiping the tears from her face.
Anna Jadwin, with an uneasy frown...
She tightly gripped his hand, the wound on her wrist very deep; how hard had she cut?
Deep pain flashed through the core of Maxwell's eyes.
...
Two days later, late at night.
Anna Jadwin awoke in a parched state and saw the man sitting in the chair, drowsy. With rose-red lips and eyes closed, his face emitted a sinister and wicked look, the obsidian earring in his earlobe glistening coldly.
Anna Jadwin held her breath as she watched him, not daring to speak, as if observing a fragile bubble.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, meeting her glistening ones: "When did you wake up? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want some water?"
She had indeed woken up several times to drink water, but her consciousness had been hazy each time.
Maxwell Cameron poured warm milk, leaned over to support her body, and fed her the water.
