Outside the door, in the slightly dim corridor.
Ivana Bennett stood there, clad in a thick coat. Whether because she had rushed or for some other reason, her small face was slightly red.
Lucas Walker could hardly believe his own eyes.
"Ivana, you…"
She stepped in with her hands behind her back and closed the door tightly behind her.
She stopped in front of him, tilted her small face, and looked at him.
"I said I would come to keep you company, so here I am. Quite considerate, right?"
Lucas was speechless, he only raised his hand and caressed her face.
Her face was slightly cool, with a smooth texture like marble. Drawing a deep breath, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
Burying his face in her hair, which still carried the cold from outside, Lucas took a deep breath.
"Ivana… you're like an angel."
