"Trust me." Phoebe held her shoulders with both hands, gazing gently at her face with crystal pink eyes, "I will rescue Carl. I promise you."
She met his gaze for a moment, then Fifteen nodded lightly.
"Now, lie down and rest for a while. I'll be back soon."
Phoebe settled her onto the pillow, then stood up and walked towards the door.
Watching his tall back, Fifteen involuntarily lost her focus.
It wasn't until Phoebe's silhouette disappeared behind the door that she snapped back to reality, glancing at his coat on her.
Fifteen gently curled up, turned her head, and sniffed the suit jacket on her.
The jacket had a faint fragrance—a smell of alcohol.
Mildly faint, not repulsive, rather it was richly enticing.
...
...
Upstairs in the Master Bedroom.
Lucas Walker cautiously got up, looked at the sleeping Ivana Bennett beside him, and reached out to adjust the thin quilt on her.
