Author's note: this is from Duke's point of view
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Serina's apartment was spectacular, or maybe it was the fact that it was hers which made it the best place I've ever been to.
Everything smelled of jasmine and Japanese wisteria and if there is Heaven, I was in it.
The maid called Maria welcomed us with a first aid kit in her hands, and Serina instructed her to get me a new set of clothes.
I wanted to say that only my pants are torn from knee down, and it's not necessary, but I also wanted to stay here as long as possible, and the maid going to purchase clothes sounded like a much-needed extension, so I told her my clothing size.
"Hold this on your head…", Serina instructed while giving me an ice pack.
She asked me to sit on the sofa and I followed her instructions obediently, pretending to be a good patient.
Serina got on her knees in front of me and cautiously folded my torn pants starting from the bottom hem up to my knee.
