"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you."

Eileen nervously guided Rafael to sit on the sofa, turned on the light, and upon seeing the wound, her heart clenched. She hurriedly searched around the room for the first aid kit.

Rafael initially wanted to dismiss it as a minor injury, but his gaze fell on the scattered underwear in the box.

His mind went blank.

These clothes were ones he had someone pick out.

Selected and sent directly to her.

Without his inspection.

He furrowed his brows deeply, his body's discomfort erupting like a volcano, burning fiercely.

But at that moment, Eileen found the first aid kit and sat down...