Chapter 780 Finding A Hidden Paradise
- A gentle hand cupped her chin, carefully avoiding the wounds on her face. Then, with a soft grip on her shoulder, it guided her back into a lying position.
- Annabelle felt an itch on her face and instinctively reached up to scratch it.
- The hand swiftly caught her wrist, and a soothing male voice whispered into her ear, “If you don’t want a scar, don’t scratch.”