Aselia slept in and out for the next two days, she didn't leave her room and Yurian made sure no one would disturb her, except of course Xiran, who would talk to her whenever she was up.
Xiran had also acquired Yurian's number from Aselia, so he could keep in contact in case of any emergency.
On the third day, Yurian came to Aselia's room in a bad mood. He was fuming and his hair was in disarray as if he has been pulling on them. He began to pace the small room as his partner watched him with confusion.
"Yuri, what's wrong?" She perplexedly asked.
"Aldridge is a fuc*ing prick," Yurian grunted with fisted hands, his eyes gleaming with anger.
"What did he do?" Aselia inquired while patting the space beside her so he would sit down instead of pacing the room in that enraged state.