But why at this moment does he have to put on such an affectionate look?
"Feeling better? Not that uncomfortable anymore, right?"
Isaac Vaughn looked at her with a slight curl at the corner of his mouth as she woke up, appearing dazed and fragile.
"Yes, once you comforted me, I recovered."
The tone was so gentle it hardly resembled him.
Seraphina Caldwell breathed a sigh of relief, her cheeks a bit warm, wanting to slightly move out from his embrace.
"Then I'll get up? I'm covered in dust, it's uncomfortable, I want to take a shower."
She dared not linger longer, afraid that sticking close to him would make her lose control.
Isaac slowly released the arms wrapped around her but didn't immediately retreat.
He remained seated, his gaze quietly settled on her face.
To be precise, it fell on the black spots at the junction of her cheek and forehead.
He frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation in his tone.
"These on your face... are from the Bright Pearl Fruit?"
