Within minutes, the door to the adjoining suite clicked open, and Mary walked back into the room. Her hair was damp and neatly combed, and she was wearing a fresh set of clothes, completely rejuvenated. Her sharp, experienced eyes instantly scanned the layout of the dining table, and a knowing, highly satisfied smirk slowly crept across her lips.
Roy was already happily chewing on a succulent rib, laughing heartily as he chatted with Ethan about the martial techniques they had practiced during the week. But right across from them sat Louisa. The poor girl hadn't touched a single grain of rice; she was staring fixedly into her empty glass, her entire face, ears, and neck still dyed an incredibly intense, bright shade of red, her chest heaving slightly with every breath.
