Julian Churchill walked to the bedside and sat down. His fingers were just about to touch the wound on her cheek when Genevieve Churchill suddenly opened her eyes!
Their eyes met, and an awkward silence fell between them.
Julian Churchill keenly sensed a new distance between them, as if a shallow river separated them—he on one bank, and she on the other.
"Brother? What are you doing here?" Genevieve Churchill sat up quickly. In truth, her injuries weren't severe. She had only fainted from the overwhelming shock of seeing Logan Grant being surrounded and beaten while protecting her. Her wounds were similar to his—superficial. They looked scary, but in reality, were nothing serious.
