When Baird came back, he saw Rita sitting in the glass room. The housekeeper said that she had been there for two hours.

The man frowned and handed his coat to the butler beside him, striding forward.

The closer he got, the more he felt that something was wrong with her.

"Rita." Baird came to her side, squatted down, pulled her cold little hand, and frowned. "Why is it so cold? You should wear more."

The moment he looked up, he met Rita's numb eyes, and his heart beat faster!

"What's wrong?" As he asked, he tightened her grip.

Rita subconsciously pulled her hand out of the man's hand.

Baird...