“What happened to your face?” Alyssa asked upon seeing him the day after the hectic day that he had found himself yesterday. She stood across from him in the kitchen, like always, she was wearing corporate attire. She seemed to have just finished preparing and was ready to go to work. She asked a maid to make her a cup of tea and a pack of ice, to which she was immediately obeyed by the person.
Her eyes never left his face, but there was no worry in her voice, but rather an amusement.
“I don’t know, ask your sister,” he answered, rather indifferent to what he didn’t really mean to, but because of the pain on his cheek, he couldn’t really move the muscle on his face for a curt smile. He sipped his own coffee. This coffee tasted better than the usual coffee that he could buy from a machin
