As her senses did not perceive any pain but only aches from the fatigue, Joanna lifted the blanket that wrapped her body.
She then slightly shifted from her seat and groped the sheet underneath her with her hand. Soon, Joanna let out a sigh of relief at the revelation she found.
Apart from finding her nightgown and robe that she tight-tied still in the right place, the white sheet that covered the bed was clean, with no foreign traces tainting it.
"I am offended, Joanna." Joanna, who was patting her chest as a sign of relief, turned her head toward the speaking man. "Your suspicion really made my effort to hold myself from doing the thing that you disliked a waste," Canillas said, sighing in the end. "How could you doubt me like that?" And it caused Joanna to wonder if she did something offensive, given how disappointed the man was at her conduct.
