"Young Master Watson, please continue with what you're doing," Leon said to Watson as he went on his way back to the church; he was embarrassed.
"Leon, I've explained it to you many times. Nightingale and I do not have the kind of relationship you imagined. I drank some wine last night, and then—" Watson rubbed his head and stopped talking, feeling a little guilty.
Leon had seen them when he and Nightingale looked at each other on the bed. He had chased after the man so that he could explain it to him. However, it looked like Leon did not believe him.
