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Irene's POV:

This was not good. In this state, it was difficult for me to talk to him about something sensible and so important.

He looked at me from head to toe. And I knew that look.

“Sorry, I snuck out in a hurry and I didn’t have time to change,” I said in a sheepish tone.

“Can I know the reason behind this?” his eyes were droopy and I feared that he might fall asleep.

I sat on the couch beside him, I pushed my hand in the pocket of my robe. I was so busy finding out the piece of paper I had put in it. I looked at him, and my eyes followed his gaze. He was looking at my bare leg. That was uncovered due to sliding of the robe to the side when I sat down.

I quickly covered it. I felt a strange discomfort in the environment. I gave a deep sigh, and pushed my thoughts aside to focus on what I came here to do. Luckily, I found what I was searching for.

“Here read this,” I gave him the piece of paper that was folded several times.

He held it, and with a disgusted expression he star