The medical report came back fine—no concussion. Nothing was wrong with Lianne Lianne's head, except for a new bump.
It was past eleven when she left the military hospital. After some thought, Lianne Lianne decided to spend the night at her apartment.
The car stopped in front of her apartment building. Lianne Lianne got out, holding the ointment, and stood by the car to politely bid Seth Sinclair farewell. "Thank you for today. Goodbye."
Liam Shaw, in the driver's seat, didn't start the car. He waited for orders, watching his boss in the rearview mirror.
A hand with long, elegant fingers rested on the window frame. Between them, a scarlet ember flickered. Seth Sinclair watched Lianne Lianne's back as she walked away.
Perhaps she was cold. Her pace was slightly faster than usual. From the moment she turned until she was out of sight, she never once looked back.
