Anna Jadwin's head was drooping, her long eyelashes trembling, her voice was as coarse as if it was ground with gravel: "I want to go home."
Wayne Bailey's heart clenched like a fist: "Home? Where do you have a home now?"
"…"
"Does Maxwell Cameron still want you? Do you still have a home?"
He clearly remembered at the hospital, Maxwell Cameron provocatively said—Anna Jadwin herself said that wherever he was, that place was her home!
Anna Jadwin had a heavy accent in her nose, and tears inexplicably flowed down.
Her tears fell down in the air…
Wayne Bailey panicked: "When your injuries are better, I'll send you back. Anna Jadwin, you just applied medicine to your face, don't cry!"
She sniffed, if she felt wronged, she must never have a reliable shoulder to lean on… that way it would be easiest to cry.
She hated her own weakness!
Wayne Bailey gently supported her shoulder and carried her horizontally.
