CHAPTER 80: CRACKED

"I heard you." Her brows furrowed as he let go of her hand. "Why am I in here when they were the ones at fault?!" "What accusations did they make about us?" He asked with a tone that quickly chipped away some of her aggravation. "They said that we're having sex and also implied that I'm getting special treatments because of that…and!. They sounded really demeaning while talking about it, then that bitch threw her coffee on me!" Paul let out a sigh as he grabbed her hand again, led her into his private bathroom, and shut the door. "You have nail marks on your face, and they are bleeding," he explained when she eyed him curiously. "Oh….I don't even feel them." "You will soon," he muttered as he drew a first aid box close and opened it. "So do you believe me then?" she asked after some seconds. He quickly nodded as he began cleaning the tiny wounds. "I just wish you didn't get into a fight, though. Look at all these cuts…" Cecilia scoffed and winced as he pressed the spirit-soake