"My hands are so frozen they might as well be stones, and yet you're still going at it like there's no tomorrow. Planning on giving up surgery?"

The icy chill of her hands was soon enveloped by a warm embrace as Leanne looked down, murmuring, "It's not too bad..."

Before she could finish, Curtis scooped up her dangling left hand, warming it within his own.

His fingers brushed against her wedding ring, caressing it a few times without a word.

Leanne made no attempt to pull away. Snowflakes settled on Curtis' coat shoulders, his warmth transferring to her.

It was unclear whether he was warming her hands out of kindness or he was finally having her before him after longing for her day and night. Curtis wanted to cherish the moment. He warmed her hands further, then pressed them against his face and lips.

His dark lashes partially lowered, catching snowflakes, as he tenderly kissed her cold fingertips.

Gradually, the warmth seeped into Leanne's bones, thawing the chill. After a while, she suddenly asked, "How long has it been since you shaved?"

Curtis stiffened his expression, his hand instinctively reaching for his chin. He had been here for a few days, living alone, neglecting to shave.

"Does it look that bad?"

not too

trying to comfort him. She never liked

shave now. Will you wait

agreeing, "Go

eyes were serene and gentle. Curtis

understanding her

it a little longer?" he coaxed tenderly, his eyes full of deep affection, "I haven't seen you in so long. I just want to look at

secretly visited Leanne's Castle several times.

knew better than to tell, even though it had

Leanne and Curtis sat on the

to Harvard

the latest information.

deciding." Since Curtis

for quite some time, Leanne sought his opinion, "Between Johns Hopkins and Harvard

and fixed it back on her head, "With

turned her head away, "My ego

worries. I

said, "You

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