Lorraine Hughes finished eating, and Nathan Bolton took the initiative to tidy up the lunch box.
His slender hands made handling "housework" seem easy and efficient.
She had seen his frail coughing fits, watched him skillfully shoot while tracking a drug lord, and now witnessing this grounded scene, Lorraine's thoughts began to drift.
This man was far better than she had imagined.
Perhaps there were still depths to be explored?
"What are you thinking about? Hmm?" Nathan asked as he took out a wet wipe and gently wiped her hands.
"I'm thinking about which version of you is the real you."
"What you've seen, that's all me."
Lorraine's phone broke the silence.
She answered it right in front of Nathan,
"Belle, where are you? The spicy hotpot delivery is ready, come quickly to eat. Director Von has written the announcement and sent it to your phone. Check it over; if there are no issues, he'll send it out."
"I have something to do; I'll be there later."
