บท 55: Proper outfit of Superman

Without speaking anything, she held the front of her gown before walking away.

Looking at her retreating back, his jaws clenched. He raked his fingers through his hair. What the heck did he do?

He sat on the throne chair. His forehead rested on his left palm while the other hand was placed on the arm of the chair, a thin trail of blood dripping from it.

The 'clicking' sound of heels on the floor made him raise his head.

The woman who he thought already left walked towards him holding a first-aid box in her hand.

"Don't look at me like that. I had to grab the waiter and walk around a lot to get this," She scoffed before walking towards him.

She put the first-aid kit on his lap before dragging the other chair and taking a seat in front of him.

She put on gloves and grabbed his hand.

He took it back, "Didn't you leave?"