Chapter 341: I compare you to a kiss from a rose
Eventually, they were gifted Richard. Richard was shivering like a wet chihuahua, his eyes watering, layered in clothing, a neutralizing cloth to his nose. Dr. Spencer was with them, walking with Richard in her suit as they came face to face with Maxwell and Andrew.
Richard took a few breaths around Andrew and Maxwell, and he shuddered.
"You smell like fucking breakfast together." Richard said and Andrew blinked, Maxwell blinked, and Dr. Spencer was the most professional she’d ever been. Andrew took a deep, deep breath and stared at Richard.
"Do you know what you smell like?" Andrew asked and Richard’s eyes widened.
"No. I can’t smell myself." Richard said and Andrew’s gaze narrowed.
"I don’t think someone who smells like their sister’s namesake should be talking about what we smell like." Andrew said casually, and watched as Richard’s eyes went wider, and the man shook more.
"What?" He asked and Maxwell chuckled.
"Andy, that wasn’t very nice." Maxwell chastised and Richard stared at him, before he turned to Dr. Spencer.
"Is he right? Do I smell like fucking roses? Is this some kind of fucked up joke?" Richard asked and Dr. Spencer looked a little nervous. She’d obviously heard of Rose, even if she hadn’t met her. Kinda hard not to notice someone like Rose, honestly.
She wouldn’t make eye contact with Richard, and when he looked at the other two, both Maxwell and Andrew had a little knowing smirk on their face. That told him all that he needed to know.
Richard looked ill, sick. Like just finding that out made the situation that worse.