Chapitre 55: Bad Liar

At the clothing shop, Desmond's wounds gradually mended, instilling a sense of relief within him.

Elizabeth appeared pallid, beads of perspiration adorning her forehead, while Laura's hands bore the telltale signs of prolonged exposure to water, their skin wrinkled and pruned. Despite the pain that coursed through his body, Desmond maintained a serene composure.

Seated beside him, a woman diligently attended to his wounds, her tender touch a source of solace. The proximity allowed Desmond to catch the delicate scent of their bodies and the subtle fragrance of their hair.

Thump.

Abruptly, Elizabeth, who had been visibly struggling, collapsed onto the floor. She remained seated, fixated upon Desmond's wounds, while Laura, overcome with exhaustion, slumped onto the nearby bed.

"Haaah... haaah... finally, it's over. How are you, Master Desmond?" Laura inquired between labored breaths.