Irene’s POV
Time passed very today. I felt that I had just come out of the healing room, had my training and then afternoon came immediately without me knowing.
“That’s enough, Irene,” I heard Chloe say.
“Just a little more,” I said before stopping my self-paced training.
“You’ve been endlessly punishing yourself,” she commented. “I have been watching from afar and I have seen how you mercilessly punched that bag. Did anything happen?”
I swallowed hard. Her concerned voice tells me that she knows what has been running on my mind while doing all these activities that I found my hands to do.
“Nothing,” I said and continued.
“Come on now…”
Silence. I just continued punching the bag until my knuckles went numb. I need this. I need this distraction.
“Is it William?” she asked.
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