Chapter 80 Dillema
- He didn’t finish the question. Instead, his arms reached for me—not with anger, not with irritation, but something else entirely.
- Something terrifyingly tender. He lifted me gently and carried me to the nearest sofa, lowering me down with unexpected care.
- “I told you not to be stubborn,” he murmured, his voice softer now—almost gentle. “Is the pain bad?”