Balch adjusted his glasses, squinting slightly to look at the woman in front of him.
The bright headlights illuminated her face. Her smile was still brilliant, but her eyes had lost their usual sparkle. Balch reached out, steadying her by the arm, feeling her chill through her thin clothing.
Quickly, he shed his formal jacket and draped it over Seraphina’s shoulders, whispering, “It’s a bit chilly. You're not dressed warmly enough.”
“Really?” Seraphina tilted her head slightly, “I don’t feel it.”
Balch looked at her, slowly saying, “Are you okay?”
“I'm fine.” Seraphina shrugged off his jacket and handed it back to him, “I'm good!”
Balch eyed her but didn't take the jacket. Seraphina stuffed it into his arms before turning to leave.
After a series of hurried movements, she suddenly stopped. The next moment, she swayed, almost falling into Balch's arms.
Balch immediately steadied her, but Seraphina insisted on standing up straight.
“I know you might've had a rough day.” Balch said, “Don’t push yourself too hard.”
Seraphina bowed her head, letting out a soft chuckle.
Balch fell silent for a moment before saying, “Your body temperature is really low. Why don’t you come over to my place and take a hot shower, relax a bit?”
After a moment of silence, Seraphina lifted her head to look at him, slowly beginning to smile, “Sure.”
Balch was surprised she agreed to his sudden suggestion. He saw her smile, worried she might have misunderstood something, but didn't know how to clarify. All he could do was help her into his car and drive her to his home.
Balch's villa wasn't extravagant, but it was very cozy and full of life. Neat and warm like there was a housewife taking care of it every day.
However, thinking of the housewife who had been dead for two years, Janetta, gave Seraphina a chill.
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