Wayne Bailey insisted on having Wilfred prepare the surgery, not planning to tell her, fearing any accidents.
If he were to become paralyzed on the operating table, he would simply let her go...
If his illness improved and the bullet was removed, he would marry her again, and nothing in the world could stop him from doing so.
Anna Jadwin walked over to him and took the cup: "If you don't like the cookies, just leave them. I'll make something you like later."
Strange, she had made them just the way he liked.
Wayne Bailey tugged at his lip: "Who said they're not good?"
He grabbed her hand, gave it a skillful pull, and drew her into his embrace.
Wayne Bailey held her tightly with his muffled voice, "I can't bear it."
"Wayne Bailey... you're really strange sometimes, and I can't always understand you."
Wayne Bailey picked her up horizontally, walked through the suite's door, and put her on the big bed.
Anna Jadwin's clothes were peeled off one by one.
