Chapter 467

• Thorne's fingers were slender like jade, and Thea's delicate hands were fair and symmetrical. Thorne gently placed his hand on Thea's palm, as if a boneless mollusk curled up in its nest, feeling completely secure.
• Thea trimmed one nail after another, and after finishing, she polished them one by one. Although the atmosphere was comfortable, Thea's next words plunged Thorne into torment.
• "Theodore, it's getting late. We should go to the hospital for a check-up."