By the time Amelia washed up, the guests had left, and Cyrus sat in the boss chair in the corner of the room, waiting for her to come out.
The moment she exited the bathroom, her gaze met Cyrus's dark ones.
"Are you in a lot of pain? Should I ask a doctor to come and check up on you?" Cyrus asked, his voice cold and void of emotion.
Amelia shook her head.
"That wouldn't be needed," she smiled at him.
"Really? Why so? You must be hurt," Cyrus said.
Though he was asking that question, Amelia could see the suspicion in his eyes, and she hummed, feeling strangely calm after meeting that white energy.
"You look like you have questions," She asked calmly.
Cyrus's brows quirked. He didn't expect her to address his curiosity. He thought she would deny replying to any of his questions when he would ask her about the rogue head and her relationship with him.
"What exactly happened?" Cyrus asked, not beating around the bush.
