CHAPTER FIFTY- TWO
"He was with her…" Carlos whispered to himself.
He watched her for a moment, then turned away, his expression darkening.
"Why is he always around her?" he muttered, malice creeping into his voice.
With a sigh, Carlos entered his room to wash his face, pushing his hair back from his forehead.
"Ah!" He winced as he gently peeled off the plaster covering the wound on his forehead.
Splashing cold water on his face, he flinched again as the sting hit his skin, the bump there reminding him of his latest encounter.
The injury was a deep red, like a fully grown tomato.
He took a balm and carefully rubbed it over the tender spot, feeling the coolness soothe the pain.
Afterward, he applied another plaster to keep the wound protected.
"I was lucky my nose didn't scar," he said to himself, rubbing the spot with the balm in his hands.
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