Cecilia's heart warmed at his words. Just as she was about to speak further, a distinct fragrance reached her senses, causing her to inquire, “Harold, why do I detect the scent of perfume on you?"

Harold's nerves were on edge, anxiety tingling through his veins.

In his mind, he pondered whether it was the fragrance of the female escort's perfume.

Attempting to ease the situation, he mustered a smile and said, “This morning, I had to visit the hospital to change the dressing. Perhaps it's the lingering scent of the nurse's perfume that you're sensing.”

Cecilia expressed her discontent, her dissatisfaction manifesting in fidgeting with her nails, as she grumbled, "That nurse must be exceptionally young and beautiful! You must have found great joy when she attended to your dressing."