73: Cooling Down

Fenella’s POV

"I need to clean up in the restroom first," I told Laird as soon as we reached the ground floor of the building.

"Over there," Laird pointed to a hallway at the far left end of the building.

I took off my jacket and quickly covered my face and head with it, which was now wet. My steps hurriedly ran away from Laird alone. When I entered the ladies' room, fortunately, there was no one.

I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked at myself in front of the mirror. Quickly, I combed my hair with my fingers as smoothly as possible. I took out the powder and lipstick and then looked at my entire face.

"Ouch!"

I groaned when I saw a few scratches from wounds on my cheeks, forehead, and chin. Fortunately, they were small, but there was a red mark. Quickly, I dampened the tissue with water and gently wiped away the wounds.

Luckily, I wore a jacket and a long turtleneck, so there were no scratches on my body. It's just that my jacket and clothes were dirty, wet, smelled like