"Miss Mason, you're awake..." Alexander Stuart greeted sheepishly.
He probably guessed what Tercy Mason intended, otherwise he wouldn't have been addressing her by her name with such hostility just now.
"Thanks... thank you, Dr. Stuart." Tercy Mason's expression was awkward.
She had been a bit too impulsive earlier, not reasonable enough.
Now, she was sure that her body had not been violated, and she was certain that Alexander Stuart was a gentleman.
"Miss Mason, you're too courteous, we're friends." Alexander emphasized the word 'friends.' After all they'd been through last night, they could be considered friends, right?
He stood upright by the door, brushing back his damp hair with his hands. Tiny droplets of water scattered in the morning light, misting around him, adding an extra touch of handsomeness to his figure.
But Tercy Mason dare not look at him for too long.
