She sat up from the bed, seeing bread and milk placed on the bedside table. Famished, she picked them up and ate.
Tasteless as wax.
She ate mechanically, her expression somewhat bewildered, until Philip Shaw opened the door and came in again, slowly lifting her head to look at him.
After a sleepless night, he still appeared spirited, wearing a clean shirt with the cuffs slightly rolled up, exposing his slender, pale wrist bones. There was a bit of bruising on his wrist bones, probably injured while pretending to struggle with those bodyguards in the villa. There was also a subtle bruise on his brow bone.
He acted very convincingly.
Aldana Candi recalled his pitiable figure shakily standing up from the ground, drenched in blood, thinking he could easily win an award.
He walked over, pulled a chair over and sat across from her.
Philip Shaw glanced at the bread in her hand, slightly raising his chin, "Are you full?"
