Brandon gathered all his thoughts and did not continue the subject.

"It's late, and you haven't had your breakfast yet. I'll get some for you."

Ann opened her mouth before the words came out. He walked straight out of the room, shutting his back from her view.

Ann sat on the hospital bed, looking at the bandaged wound on the back of her hand, her mind surging.

Last night, a second before she passed out, she was relieved to see Brandon's blurred figure...

She shook her head with a wry smile, gathering away her confused thoughts.

Brandon left the hospital, went to the car and found the cigarette case. Standing...