Around 10 p.m. you hear a short knock on the door, You see his figure complete with office clothes, but his face is covered in bruises. He sat on the sofa letting you treat the bruises on his face calmly like a child. His eyes looked at you without you realizing. His chest was wide with firm muscles when he was shirtless.

" Baby, haven't you slept yet? "

His tone sounded hoarse but he flashed a faint smile.