[Leanna's POV]
[Wounds]
It had been a week since I left the hospital. It was a good thing that it was still summer break. I had a week of recuperating.
My family stayed with me throughout my healing days, so I forced Cain to go back to his penthouse –– temporary at least until my parents went back to our country.
Though we were openly engaged, living together with my parents was awkward. Not because of some morality of cohabitation before marriage, but because I knew they were going to spy on our every move with concerning grins on their faces.
Not to mention that the twins might do something to Cain.
At the moment, at eight in the evening, I was at Cain's penthouse. Helping him clean his wounds and, of course, my little two cute bodyguards never left my side, not wanting me out of their sight.
