This time, she touched his face more carefully.
Mr. Satan had excellent bone structure. His brow bone was high, his nose straight, and his jawline sharp. Without the scar on the right side of his face, his looks would rival any male celebrity’s.
Her hand gently caressed the scar. Her touch was like a feather, her fingertips warm and tender.
“Are you afraid?” In the darkness, Mr. Satan's voice held a trace of tension. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he asked.
Emily shook her head. “I’m not afraid. The scar isn’t your fault; the blame lies with the person who hurt you.”
Mr. Satan stroked her soft hair and sighed contentedly. “Emily, thank you. Let’s sleep.”
“Are you tired?”
“No, I’m worried you might be.”
Emily obediently lay in his arms and closed her eyes.
In truth, she wasn’t
