Raphael Bailey didn't want her to be more upset. He held her hand, "I've been practicing my cake baking for a while, it'd be an honor for you to have a taste."
"Can I eat something made by someone as clumsy as a pig?"
Anna Jadwin smiled and tried to pull her hand away without a word.
"What are you afraid of, you're divorced from my brother now...can't I hold your hand?"
Wayne Bailey sat on the sofa, his blue eyes stared at her intensively, like a gloomy wolf.
There were more injuries on him than a few days ago...
The big boss had fights in the gym whenever he was in a bad mood. Bruised and battered, he neither slept nor ate. Even a hardy man couldn't bear this.
Anna Jadwin snuck a look. Wayne Bailey was formally dressed; his scruffy beard cleanly shaven. Unlike his previous dishevelled state, but he couldn't hide his dejection.
...
The television was displaying a cheerful VCR from a weekend, half a month ago.