I'm Not Sorry But The Prince Will Marry Me Anyway

Chapter 113

“Doris!”

“Your High—hng!”

I turned toward the door, then immediately ducked my head.

Tristan had burst out of his room without even buttoning up his shirt properly.

No, worse—judging from the water droplets still clinging to his chest, he had run out in the middle of washing up...

What, were you playing a board game while treating your wounds like some legendary general?

“There was no need for you to interrupt your treatment!”

“It was just a simple disinfection. I didn’t want to make my guest wait... especially the one who came to visit me.”

Wow. How touching.

This coming from the same man who had left me waiting for ages after the hunting tournament? The irony was astounding.

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