Claire’s POV
I waited for the impact of the hit but it never came. Suddenly, a resounding slap cut through the silence.
“Boss meant the guy bleeding on the floor!” One of the men said, hitting the man in front of me.
“Huh? Oh!” The former blinked confused as shame gushed over him.
A sigh of relief washed through me as he grabbed the wounded man and dragged him away, leaving blood trails on the floor.
My stomach churned violently at the sight and a feeling of nausea filled me. I shut my eyes briefly, swallowing hard as I tried to keep it in.
Just as I opened my eyes, a slender, strong hand came into view, holding a glass of water.
“Rinse your mouth, there is a slight blood stain on your lips,” He said.
“Huh?” I uttered, confused.
Bringing my finger to my lips, I brushed it softly
