"Still saying you're not angry? You might as well write 'jerk' on my face." From Horrace's height, he had a clear view down Chloe's thin-strapped nightgown.

Just as he was about to step inside, not wanting to talk through the doorway, Chloe suddenly shoved a bag into his arms.

"How would I dare write on your face, Mr. Nash? I just want to thank you for your care lately, but from now on I'll take care of myself. No need to worry about me anymore."

Before Horrace could ...