Meanwhile, having to depend on Syra just to help him up and walked him into his room somewhat hurt Clyde's ego.
At the same time, he was also starting to regret having Naomi left the house. He did not expect it to be this awkward for him.
'HAIXT! Why am I even doing this in the first place? I should have just stood still and enjoy my day as it is. Why do I even think about helping this girl in secret? It was not like I am gaining anything in return for helping her in the dark. What a not so wise move, Abenson!'
Clyde berated himself internally as he came to realize how he was working extra miles just to help Syra.
Time flew fast and three days had passed by quickly without them even noticing it. Clyde had fully recovered his health and was not back to his prime.
Nothing could be said more to Syra since she practically regained her strength within just a simple goodnight sleep.
