Louis Snyder watched as the girl fled, then looked down at the clothes in his hand.
It seemed he could still smell a faint scent from them.
He frowned, but still didn't reject them.
After all, wearing dirty and wet clothes was uncomfortable.
When Louis came out after changing his clothes, Hannah was already sitting on the sofa, a medicine box by her side.
The medicines he had bought before had been soaked by rain and were now unrecognizable, even the gauze was drenched.
He walked over, deliberately keeping distance from Hannah. Hannah didn't seem to mind, "Can I check your wound?"
Louis wanted to refuse, but the wound on his back was, honestly, really hurting.
He didn't like being touched, especially by Hannah Winter.
He had hoped that his injuries today would earn Tiffany's sympathy, but unexpectedly...he couldn't even see her.
There was self-mockery in his eyes.
