"You're the one who commits domestic violence! You're the one who self-harms!"
With a dark expression, Nia Mitchell swiftly put on her slippers, grabbed the strawberries, and dashed upstairs.
Of course, she was grimacing.
After all, a certain part of her was genuinely uncomfortable.
Watching her unsteady little figure retreat, Maxwell Peary casually leaned back on the sofa, thoughtfully staring after her.
She usually ran so nimbly, but her speed was considerably slower today. It looked like she was really hurt.
Should I really exercise restraint?
The great CEO began to reflect.
A minute later.
Never!
「University A Girls' Dormitory」
Fiona Sutton kept staring at her phone, as if waiting for something.
Didn't they say soldiers get a break around noon?
But why, after waiting all through the noon break, had she still not heard anything?
Fiona lowered her head, checked the time, and realized... it was already four in the afternoon.
Instantly, her stomach began to rumble.
