Back in the Fordham residence, Avery's life was finally no longer in danger. Troy heaved a sigh of relief.

"Avery, you finally woke up. You don't know how worried I was that you might not regain consciousness."

Avery had just regained his consciousness, hence the pale complexion.

He gave Troy a comforting smile. "How could I leave you behind? Look at your hair. You're like a disheveled lion."

Troy was a designer, so he dressed fashionably.

He didn't clean himself up during the days he was