Thirty minutes had passed since her return. Amora was back at the villa, closing the door softly so as not to wake anyone. The cold morning air swept against her skin the moment she entered the room. Vicktor sat on the edge of the bed, his body slightly hunched, while Kelly had already fallen back into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the chaos from the night before. Amora carried the first-aid kit and immediately knelt in front of Vicktor. With careful precision, she began to press cold compresses on the bruises scattered across his body: his cheek, his stomach, and his back. Her movements were gentle yet firm, clearly showing her concern. When she wiped the cut on his forehead with antiseptic, Amora warned in a soft voice, “Hold still, Vick. This might hurt even more.” Her left hand was poised with a piece of gauze. Vicktor flashed her a teasing smile, even though his face betrayed the pain. “This wound is nothing, El. I’d be in far more pain if you walked away from me.” Amora
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