Chapter 25 But she absolutely, absolutely, absolutely would never mistake his profile-he was her Maverick! Katherine stared at him in a daze, as if time had frozen at that moment. Her heart, which had withered for six whole years, was suddenly filled with life again. The man had been waiting for her response, but when he turned to look at her, a flash of amazement and excitement appeared in his eyes. But immediately after, he seemed to realize that staring was impolite, so he looked away and coughed twice, pretend- ing to be calm. Yet with just that one glance, Katherine was certain of his identity. There was no mistake-this was her Maverick. But he, on the other hand, seemed to have no idea who she was. The child's father followed the older boy into the ambulance. Katherine was worried, but in her current state, she was- n't fit to drive. Then she heard the man say, "I'll drive you there. That child seems to have some cranial injury and delayed drowning. I have a friend who's a neurologist-I can ask him to take a look." Katherine's heart pounded like a drum, but in the end, she agreed to get in the car. But before that, Katherine went home to fetch a set of men's clothes for him, gesturing for him to change into them. She clearly saw a trace of sadness flicker in the man's eyes, but he still accepted the clothes politely and said, "Thank you." On a strange impulse, Katherine told him, "I don't have a boyfriend. This is... for safety, I hang it by the window." As soon as she finished, she wanted to slap herself. Why had she revealed so much when he hadn't even asked a sin- gle question? Oh, Katherine, Katherine, how could you forget all your caution just because you saw that face! The man couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile and changed into the clothes at lightning speed. Katherine's first thought was that the clothes fit well; her second thought was that he was really too thin. She had bought these clothes according to Maverick's measurements. Maverick had been a bodyguard-tall and strong, looking slim in clothes but muscular underneath. 0.0 % 09:45 Katherine used to joke that she could swing from Maverick's arm like a child on a swing. But now, with the man wearing these clothes, he looked a bit unsteady and frail. The exposed half of his forearm was so thin that the bones were almost visible. And on his arm, there were layers upon layers of scars, looking truly shocking. But all Katherine felt was a deep, aching pain in her heart. If he really was Maverick, then what on earth had happened to him after that incident all those years ago? The man's car was very clean. Aside from a small dolphin plush-the most famous local souvenir-there were no oth- er ornaments or decorations. Katherine sat in the passenger seat, told him the name of the hospital, and then found herself at a loss for words. When she was a child, no one was willing to talk to her, and she even developed selective mutism for a time. It was Maverick who noticed this and gradually helped her out of it, turning her into a carefree chatterbox. But when Maverick wasn't around, Katherine was still as quiet as ever. Especially today-she really didn't know how to talk to this man who might be Maverick. And she was quite sure that the man hadn't recognized her, or maybe she really wasn't the person he was looking for. But... what if he was? "Um..." "Miss..." They both spoke at the same time, then fell silent together. In the end, the man smiled gently and said, "You go first." Katherine sighed inwardly and forced a smile that didn't look natural. "Um... I haven't asked your name yet. I'm Mavelle Acherley, owner of MA Seafood Restaurant nearby." "My name is Mavren Acrea. I'm a literature teacher at a nearby school, and sometimes I help the principal with school affairs." 54.8 % 09:45