Chapter 55

Isabelle slowly lowered her head. Crimson blood trickled from her ankle, soaking into her white socks like a blooming rose stained red. She stared blankly as Jareth carefully treated her injury, her expression completely empty. Jareth first used a handkerchief to clean the wound a bit, then waved over a staff member. After whispering a few instructions, the waiter brought over a first-aid kit. He carefully applied the medicine and bandaged her foot. Once he was sure it wasn't anything serious, he finally stood up, his legs sore from kneeling so long. "Isabelle, does it still hurt?" he asked with concern, looking up, only to find her eyes unfocused, staring somewhere far off, lost in thought. "Isabelle?" Jareth called out again, snapping her back to reality. "Huh?" She blinked, dazed, then caught sight of the wrapped wound and murmured, "Thanks." Her voice was soft. She instinctively looked down at her foot, avoiding his gaze. Jareth noticed her flustered expression, the way she ducked