To let some air into the room, the window was opened just a small crack to facilitate the circulation of air inside and outside.
Downstairs, who knows what kind of flowers were planted, but their rich fragrance seeped through that tiny opening, and soon, every corner of the room was filled with this scent.
Although the fragrance was strong, it wasn't unpleasant.
Moonlight spilled onto the windowsill, a light layer of silver, like a sheet of gossamer had fallen.
The room was very quiet.
Quiet enough that Scarlett Yates could clearly hear Matthew Saxon's gentle breathing, along with the sound of her own heartbeat.
The hospital room had two bedrooms, but Scarlett didn't plan to sleep in the other one. Matthew Saxon's room had a sofa, wide enough to lie down on, and she planned to make do on the sofa for the night.
This way, if Matthew made any sound, she could hear it.
