Kris Cooper unlocked the door, and Vera Wave followed him in, shuffling her feet. As she entered, she asked again, "Does your house have... pliers or screwdrivers, anything like that?"
He turned, shut the door behind her, and locked it smoothly. "No."
Sensing his displeasure, Vera didn't dare to ask further.
"Do you need to buy any personal care items?" Kris Cooper suddenly asked.
"No, I don't need them anymore."
Vera replied matter-of-factly; truth be told, it had stopped that morning. She might have soiled her pants unknowingly the day before and hadn't even noticed.
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them.
If I hadn't mentioned it, I could have used my period as an excuse. How am I supposed to refuse him if he makes a request now?!
Feeling a knot of nervousness tighten in her chest, Vera's gaze fell upon Kris Cooper. Noticing the bloodstains on his left arm, she couldn't help but cry out, "Don't move!"
