Lucy Ansley returned to the villa, lost in thought, only to see a sharply dressed man descending the stairs.
At the instant their eyes met, Lucy instinctively looked away.
For a young girl experiencing her first stirrings of love, her emotions were always both confused and intense.
She would feel shy, feel secretly delighted, yet cautiously hide her feelings, afraid of being discovered.
"Running off outside as soon as you wake up, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Henry Ronan walked down the stairs, his long fingers leisurely buttoning his cuffs. The traces of intoxication had vanished; he had returned to being the impeccably dressed Dr. Ronan.
Lucy looked in the direction the man was coming from, feigning calm as she explained, "I went to find Anna."
Henry didn't comment, striding along with his long legs as he said, "Come have breakfast first."
Lucy followed behind him silently, her eyes fixed on the man's back, her lips unintentionally curving upwards.
