Chapter 188 She's Awake

• Martin turned to Rita. She was still motionless, her chest rising and falling with the help of the ventilator. Her face, despite the bruises, still retained that superficial prettiness he had always found irritating. She wasn't like Anna; there was no realness in her, no depth. Just gloss and drama.
• He moved towards the bed and stared into Rita's face. Rita was the kind of woman who was good for a fling but not good enough to take home to mama. He would never take a woman like Rita back home to his mama, if his mother were still alive.
• From the corner of his eye, he saw Rita's fingers twitch.