"Okay."
James Xavier nodded to her, listening to the sound of her footsteps disappear at the end of the stairs, his gaze returning to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Through the glass, you could see the distant undulating waves.
James Xavier pushed open the sliding door and walked onto the small balcony outside.
The sea breeze blew from afar, lifting his slightly long hair. He raised his hand to lean on the railing, listening to the distant sound of the waves, but what flashed before his eyes was Iria Lindsay's voice.
...
James, let's leave here, to a place where no one knows us, okay?
Once we get there, we'll start over. You don't have to worry about money; I have money... We can go abroad. Don't you love Greece, or some other place? As long as you like it, we can go anywhere you want... We'll take your mother with us, and I'll take care of her like a daughter, okay?
