Chapter 170 Are You Coming Back Tonight

• Hazel let her long lashes fall, quiet and low. She felt a little hurt, a little mad. What was that supposed to mean?
• That white porcelain jar of ointment really worked. She dabbed it on morning and night, and by day three every bruise had faded. Her skin was back to its pale, smooth glow.
• She’d sniffed the ointment. It was packed with pricey medicinal herbs, clearly hand‑mixed. Looked like that sleepy man had blended it for her.