He was a strikingly handsome man, stuck right between boyhood and manhood.
His face wasn't clearly masculine or feminine, perfectly matching that current trend of androgynous beauty.
His features were delicate, like he had stepped out of a painting.
But at that moment, his thin lips were pressed tightly together, and his beautiful black eyes were full of something close to anger.
Was this guy... mad?
Rachel blinked. Judging by where he was looking, it kinda seemed like his anger was directed at her.
"Rachel, I'm talking to you! Are you even listening?" Josephine's voice suddenly snapped her out of it.
"Huh? What did you say?" Rachel turned to her.
"I asked if the doctor mentioned when your hand will get better," Josephine repeated.
"Oh. They said about a week. After that, it'll just be waiting for the skin to heal," Rachel replied, glancing back at where the man had been.
But the car...and the man...were both gone.
