Chapter 400 The Chosen One

• “What are you staring at? Hurry up and treat me!” Anna shot him a deadly glare, her pretty face flushing bright red. She was mortified—already regretting wearing such provocative lingerie today. But Finnian had already seen everything. Changing now was pointless.
• Finnian pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the nosebleed threatening to burst out. He took a steady breath, stepped to the bedside, and set one hand on the smooth, porcelain skin beside Anna’s collarbone. His other hand moved like lightning, planting two silver needles to the left and right of her pale neck.
• Anna’s composure shattered. She snapped, “What are you doing? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t touch me?”