#Chapter11

ASHLEY’S POV

We both went in, and I directed him to my room. He moves straight to my bed and takes a seat. He was about to speak but his injured face and blood almost all over his shirt was distracting. Why does he have blood on his shirt? Of course, I have millions of questions to ask.

“Before you speak, let me help you clean up first.” He just shrugged in reply. “Just follow me.” He stood up and followed me to the bathroom.

I took out the first aid kit and put it down. I took out all I need and started cleaning the blood that are...