Third Person's POV
By the living room sat Amanda and Nathanael, and standing at the left side corner was Lance who was crossing his arms, looking at them.
Amanda stared at the guy in front of her, whom she beat with her broom and own hands, who is the little brother of her client, Lance.
His white shirt was soaked with his coffee scented sweats, just like the first time they met in the park.
His forehead was scraped, along with his swollen cherry-red cheeks.
Amanda felt guilty just looking at the mess she created.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know."
She gasps, biting her lower lip in guilt.
"Tsk, don't apologize. My handsome face was already ruined. Just apply me some treatment."
Nathanael crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"Sure!" Amanda opened the medical kit and get some oin
