They arrived back at Yulia’s spacious apartment.

Harrison stubbornly carried Yulia inside and set her down on the couch. As their gazes met, Yulia was about to say something, but Harrison interrupted.

“Wait here.”

He stood up and went to the kitchen.

A short while later, Yulia saw him return with a towel wrapped around some ice. Her heart softened a little.

“You don’t need to feel guilty. My face wasn’t messed up by ...