In the hospital room, Ethan was zoning out while staring at the razor in his hand.
Eleanor let out a soft sigh, pulled him up, and dragged him toward the bathroom. "Come on, wash your face first."
"Okay."
Ethan obediently followed along and washed his face without fuss.
After he was done, Eleanor dabbed some shaving cream onto his chin and turned on the razor that Professor Duncan had thoughtfully tossed over. Then, she started shaving his stubble for him.
Ethan just stood there, super compliant, looking weirdly content to let Eleanor take care of everything.
Honestly, at this point, he didn't even feel like punching Royce anymore.
Zane: Holy crap—respect!
Zane couldn't help but shoot a big thumbs up at Royce. "Dude, you're undefeated."
The alpha was lowkey ple
