After Roy got home, she first returned to the bedroom, took out some experimental tools that had been previously hidden, and extracted the residue from her coat and the flesh and skin debris from under her nails.
She carefully categorized and sealed these materials, then sighed with relief and headed to the washroom to bathe and cleanse.
The things Theodore had left inside her had long been devoured by the "Devil", yet she still felt uncomfortable, her back itched, and her skin crawled with goosebumps.
It was nauseating.
It's laughable to say, Theodore rejected her as an unchaste fiancée, and she too, was disgusted by any bodily contact between them.
Roy was always a very picky person.
Once she withdrew her love and hope from him, all that remained was cold malice and aversion.
Standing under the steaming showerhead, Roy scrubbed every inch of skin. She recalled Theodore's embarrassed posture of vomiting and his refusal to hold hands upon leaving, and couldn't help but smirk.
