บท 65: Chapter 65

“I feel like I’m wasting your money. I’m comfortable in jeans and a T-shirt,” Ian whined adjusting his collar again.

“Does it hurt? Is it hitting your wound?” Rémy asked, concerned that Ian might be in pain.

“No, it pulls a little and isn’t as comfortable as the new pajamas and robe Marie Claire and Luc bought me, but it’s really nothing. I just object to the waste.” Ian put his hands in his pants pockets.