123: Only If He Knew

YVONNE —

After the moment with Conan, I went to the restroom and freshened up. I bathed because I felt really weak and broke down because of the nighttime stress and the injury I sustained from the broken bottle in Conan's private room.

Although I applied some antibiotics at night before I went to bed to avoid developing tetanus in the middle of the night when it would be too late because it would not accept medication anymore.

A few minutes later, I was done bathing, and upon walking out of the restroom, I realized that Alpha Conan was not there anymore. A wry smile escaped from my lips, as this was the perfect time for action.

"He really thought I'm ready for this marriage sh*t," I mumbled inwardly, smirking.

Although I loved Conan and had wished we never separated, but I don't think I can reunite with him due to many factors that I had noticed within the few weeks I had stayed, or should I say a month, because tomorrow would make it one month since Conan had held me hostage.

One: I