Chapter 364 Played A Bodyguard Well

• “Didn't I tell you not to follow me?” Christina knitted her brows. The reddened mark left by the tight grip on her porcelain-white wrist was easily noticeable.
• When Nathaniel held up her hand to take a closer look, his eyes—hidden behind his sunglasses—brimmed with sympathy.
• As one of her fringes fell to her cheeks from behind her ear, she looked like a lost pet that was perpetually in need of protection.