Elizabeth then tried to stand up while gritting her teeth. Her whole body was covered in sweat as she tried to get back at her feet. When she was fighting Roger, she took 3 serious hits and her internal state was quite chaotic.
As she staggered, a hand supported her and helped her walk better.
"Hmmm I smelled ….a shy kitty." Elizabeth turned and of course it was Ryan with his annoying smile.
"Tch! Who really needs your help?" The woman started to rebel.
"Is this how you behave towards the person who helped you earlier? Come on Elizabeth, how long are you going to keep being shy?"
"Even until I die, I don't want to accept your help." Elizabeth menacingly said.
"Oh? Does that apply to me helping you out at the bar back then? Or during our fun times at the hotel?" Ryan approached her with a naughty smile.
When the man mentioned the word 'hotel', Elizabeth's face immediately flushed red and pushed Ryan's body.
