She called out softly, "Julius."
Julian Winslow gave a slight nod before walking over to the edge of the bed and taking a seat. "How have you been feeling these past few days?"
"I'm mostly fine now. Both the doctors and nurses say my complexion has improved a lot." Nina Chambers looked like a lovesick teenager, her cheeks flushed a vibrant crimson. She paused before asking, "Julius, you've been visiting me so often. Will your wife be upset if she finds out?"
Julian's eyes flickered at the question. "She's not that petty."
He figured that since she hadn't cared when the scandals were running rampant, she certainly wouldn't care now.
"That's true. I met her briefly at the mall the other day. Your wife is gorgeous—probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Nina said, completely oblivious to the jealousy dripping from her own words. She suddenly asked, "You think she's beautiful too, don't you, Julius?"
