"Cough, cough."
Adriel River held his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat a few times, "It's nothing. The stitches have been removed. Just keep it clean."
Violet Don didn't speak as Noah Bates seemed to want to say something more, but she withdrew from his embrace with such speed that it appeared as if she didn't want to have anything to do with him.
She turned around, looked at Noah Bates, her pair of pitch-black eyes staring intently at him, "We really do have a history, don't we?"
Noah Bates remained silent, at a loss for words.
The silence spread, and Adriel River realized he had said the wrong thing and could only look for a way out. "That, Violet, you will remember what you should remember, don't overthink it..."
"No need."