Chapter 247: 247. Senses

Seeing that he was a person who could feel guilty and who responded to persuasion, Paige was relieved. She didn't want to knock a berserk-going guy out repeatedly during their stay here.

And the psychologist wasn't even seen when there was a crisis.

"Take the hand mirror with you and look at that thing in your neck as long as you want. And take a shower; you reek. There should be new clothes in your closet." She figured that because he was homeless, there wasn't much for the people abducting him to pack.

Lesly clenched his jaw, but he could also smell himself; he wasn't in a position to say that she was wrong. His stubble only hadn't ended in a full-grown beard because he didn't have that much facial hair to begin with.

He followed her out of the room, and when they passed the fourth door, including Paige's, she pointed at it,

"That's your room."

Then she walked back to the living room.