Chapter 217: Visit, Road Trip
Scott’s sleek black motorcycle pulled up to the gates of Ashgate Asylum.
The sky above was a slate grey, like it, too, was holding its breath. He slid his helmet off, letting his wild black hair whip around from the breeze. A faint breath escaped his lips as fresh air met his skin, brushing over that sharp, handsome face of his.
At the front entrance, a tall, elegant figure stood waiting with her hands on her hips.
Nurse Benita.
Braided hair. Glossy lips.
Glasses that gave her a sharp, bookish charm.
Slender, stylish, and stunning enough to make even the most delusional patients stop and blink twice.
She greeted him with a cheeky grin.
Her voice was as smooth as warm honey.
The kind of voice that only the most attractive matured women could have.
"Hey there, handsome. Been a while..."
Scott didn’t so much as blink.