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The lights in the hallway were as soft as moonlight, shining on Scarlett Yates' fair and smooth face.
Scarlett took a deep breath, stood up, and slowly walked again to the door of Matthew Saxon's hospital room.
Four hours had passed, if she waited any longer, the medication would only be changed tomorrow.
Matthew Saxon's wound was not deep, but the longer it was left untreated, the more likely it was to become infected.
She knocked on the door first, prepared to be scolded, but after a moment, a low, raspy voice softly called out, "Come in."
She paused in surprise.
Upon entering, she found Matthew turned, looking out the window. His handsome profile was outlined by a soft light, half of his face in the glow and the other in shadow. His deep features possessed an alluring charm in the evening light.
His pale complexion did not make him look haggard but added a certain sensual decadence.
