The wound on his body stuck to his clothes, and it hurt a bit when he took them off.
He stood with his back to the floor-length mirror, turning his head to examine the wound on his back.
He took a cotton swab and applied a layer of medicine, but his hand couldn't reach the wound.
After a few attempts, he lost his patience and flung the medicine bottle and cotton swab to the ground.
The glass bottle shattered on impact, releasing its contents all over the floor.
Ha, he didn't even know what he was angry about now.
Her hatred for him seemed to be an accepted fact; the only frustration was that he hadn't found a way to make her forgive him.
...
In her sleep, Sophie Smith felt someone trying to take off her clothes. Reflexively, she covered her chest with her hand and sat up abruptly.
"Sorry, Miss Smith, we didn't mean to disturb you. We just wanted to help you change clothes..."
Two maids stood awkwardly beside her, heads down, murmuring.
