It was eleven o 'clock at night and everyone in the house was asleep. The living room was dark with only sconces on. Grace walked quietly downstairs, ready to go out. A figure came out of the coffee room and startled her.

"I'm sorry, did I scared you?" Patrick, dressed in a casual white suit, looked at Grace tenderly with a cup of coffee in his hand and a faint smile on his lips.

"Nothing." Grace asked softly. Whether it was the light or not, she suddenly felt as if he was looking at her with a peculiar tenderness.

'I don't think you look well. Are you ill?' Patrick asked...