"W-What do you mean?" Violet stammered, glancing at Hector with a glare.
Sigh.
Hector pulled off his shirt, revealing layers of toned muscle, and wrung it tightly, removing the red stains.
"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice calm. The voice was different from before.
Well… everything had already happened. He couldn't change it. Pouring his anger into a kid barely changed for him right now.
Looking at Hector's firm body, she felt a bit embarrassed as she remembered the scene of hugging him before. And, a dirty thought appeared in her mind as she wanted to hug it again.
She wanted to enjoy that new feeling again.
Yet, she quickly shook her head, clearing all of them, and glanced in another direction while speaking, her tone unpleasant and awkward.
"I-I want to… help you!"
"Huh? Help? Why would you help me? I don't need assistance from a brat." Hector shot her an annoyed look.
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