The bathroom door finally creaked open. Giselle stepped out with a sour expression, pouting lips, her hair still wet and disheveled. A small towel was wrapped around her head, and her body was covered in Leon’s loose T-shirt, which fell to mid-thigh. Her face was still swollen, but her eyes clearly showed her frustration.

Leon sat on the edge of the bed, still bare-chested, wearing only pajama bottoms. His gaze immediately fixed on Giselle as she walked past him without a glance.

“Giselle,” Leon called.

Giselle didn’t respond. She walked to the table, picked up her phone, then sat on the sofa without looking back.

Leon sighed. “I just don’t...