Nora Ainsworth stood there, well aware that she had already offended Cecelia Willow. But she didn't regret it. She wasn't about to be wrongly accused for nothing when she had the power to prevent it.
Looking at the red handprint on Ryan's face, Nora asked with feigned concern, "This is all my fault. Why don't you hit me back?"
In front of so many people, a grown man like him was too embarrassed to retaliate over something like this. He shot her a vicious glare and then said coolly, "That won't be necessary."
Nora continued, "I'll go get you something for the swelling later."
He paused, looked at her, and a cryptic smile appeared on his face. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Nora."
"It's what I should do."
The incident seemed to be over, but Nora knew better than anyone what Ryan was planning.
'He wants to wait until we're alone to teach me a lesson. But we'll see who's teaching whom a lesson!'
She bought some topical ointment for the swelling and went to the door of Room 805.
