Indeed, the saying, "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned," was true.Nonetheless, I couldn't understand why it had to be this way.Colin was clearly upset, so I brought him to my room to calm down instead of letting him leave. With his emotions in a volatile state, he was in no condition to drive, and I couldn't risk his safety.After spending two nights in the village, I had grown accustomed to the absence of bathing amenities, but for Colin, who had only been there for one night, the simplicity of washing with only cold water was far from ideal.The hotel room had the heat on high, making us feel sticky and uncomfortable. Colin had always prided himself on being clean, so I ushered him into the bathroom for a well-deserved soak in a hot bath.The bathroom had a frosted glass wall separating it from the rest of the room. While Colin was inside, I took the opportunity to wash his clothes. After thoroughly cleaning them, I put them
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