Bryan White poured three glasses of red wine, placing two of them on the coffee table in front of the women, then stood with his own glass in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The hotel was located in the city, not far from the city center, and the room was on the twenty-sixth floor. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, one could see the Statue of Liberty in the distance, gleaming under the lights.
At night, the Statue of Liberty had a unique atmosphere, appearing graceful and serene, just like her...
Bryan White withdrew his gaze, his eyes resting on the window glass. Through the reflection of the lights, the glass cast everything inside the room, including the silhouettes of the two women on the sofa.
He stared at the white, delicate figure; Mabel Doyle seemed very quiet, sitting there silently. Dressed in white shirt and pants, she was slender and exquisitely beautiful, serene like a night lotus.
She was too quiet, so quiet it was heart-wrenching...
