Ch 22 Why is he alone?

"Wait."

Delilah looked down at his hand which was grabbing her wrist.

"Y-Yes?"

She asked shyly. He stood up. She did not look at him but looked at the floor while pushing her hair strands behind her hair. She was actually nervous.

She was not in her senses last night. But she remembered everything in the morning.

He made her sit down on the couch and went somewhere.

She looked perplexed. Where was he going?

He came back with a box from the kitchen. He took a box and put out an ointment, then gave it to her.

She took the ointment. She realized it was the ointment for bruises on the skin. She thanked him.

He nodded and left the house.

She stared at his back when he left.

"Where does he go? He likes to stay out all the time." She mumbled and pouted.

She was happy that he did not raise last night's matter. It would have felt awkward to talk about that.

She bit on some fruit and stood up.

She moved to the kitchen while limping.

She placed food on the table and went to the door.

She opened