She queried the system:
Could the same character have two different names and sets of data?
A few seconds later, the system displayed text:
[Identifying multiple identities belonging to the same character requires a system upgrade.] [Raise one more new character's Infatuation Value above 60.]
Ririko finally understood. So it really was possible for one person to have two identities.
She lowered her head and stared at his bandaged left hand.
As far as she remembered, Jeremiah had always worn gloves. She didn't seem to have ever examined what his left hand looked like.
She asked coldly, "What happened to your hand?"
Instead, Jeremiah tightened his arms around her.
He didn't answer her question, but offered a condition:
"If you want to know, stay here. Once these three days are over, I'll take off the bandages and show you."
Ririko stared at the white bandages.
She knew Jerome's burned left hand very well. She had touched it so many times that she could recognize the patterns and contours of those scars with her eyes closed.
If she could see Jeremiah's left hand, she would definitely be able to tell whether he was really Jerome in disguise.
This bastard was annoying, but a few days wouldn't make much difference. Besides, the hotel suite included all meals and drinks, so staying here for a vacation wouldn't be a bad deal.
She pushed him away and swept her gaze over his body, bare without a bath towel:
"If you don't keep your promise, I'll cut off your hand and that third leg of yours."
Jeremiah tilted his head slightly and gave her threat some serious thought. Then his lips curved. "You're welcome to visit it anytime."
With her chin held high, Ririko turned and dragged her suitcase into the master bedroom,