But the moment he thought of Charles White's cold and stern manner, if he ever found out...
The doctor hesitated for only three seconds before abandoning the idea.
He must have seen it wrong earlier; Young Master White didn't really care for a girl as if she were his daughter-in-law.
It was all an illusion.
Illusions don't need to be reported; that's how it is!
As soon as the doctor left, Charles White lay back down on the sickbed, turned to his side, propped his head with one hand, and stared at the person beside him.
He had been watching her since she fell asleep, noticed her eyelashes tremble slightly as if she were about to wake up, then flipped over to sit up, casually moved to the chair beside the bed, waiting for her to awaken.
"It's already dark; I need to go home," Zoe Yale opened her eyes, saw the darkening sky outside, and quickly sat up, throwing off the quilt in her urgency.
