The sound of water splashing echoed in the bathroom.
The doctor instructed that the wound shouldn't get wet these days, so the evening bath routine became a nuisance, not so refreshing.
Gavin Graves wiped himself with a damp towel and sighed silently, pondering how the mighty family head of the Graves Family ended up being bitten by a dog...
Sigh...
He casually wrapped a towel around his waist, walked out of the bathroom, and went back to the bedroom to rest.
At around nine o'clock, the night life was just getting started, but the last time he got caught by Cherry at the bar was too shocking; he really didn't feel like going out for amusement. Running into acquaintances meant socializing, and the thought of it was exhausting.
He lay on the bed, turned on the TV, randomly picked a show to pass the last moments before sleep.
The stand-up comedian on screen was cracking jokes, but he was drowsy, missing all the punchlines.
