Life After Prison

Chapter 1677

Gilda’s constitution was rather peculiar. Her skin felt slightly cold at that terment, but it was soft rather than rigid. Her eyes were shut, and she resembled a sleeping beauty.

However, Severin was unaware that Gilda could still feel even though she was immobile and wrapped in coldness,

fingers made contact with her skin, Gilda was startled and experienced a hint of fear. ‘Dad? Hmm. It must be him. He probably wants to inspect my condition and check to see if I’m unconscious,” she thought, granting herself some reassurance. Her father, as the leader of the sert, was responsible for her well–being and the presence of disciples patrolling the area. Gilda tlus dismissed the notion that outsiders were infiltrating her room. Consequently, she assumed that her father or an elder that he brought to see her

her own after years of searching, and she had already reached the point of despair. She knew that her

is taking off my clothes! Who the hell is this? Gilda realized with trepidation. She could distinctly sense the intruder’s hands lifting her up and meticulously removing her clothing.

yelled in her heart as fear began to mount. Her inability to move or open her eyes only intensified her distress, but it did not diminish the visceral nature of what she

could someone Infiltrate my room without being detected by my father? This can’t be real! It must be a dream!‘ Gilda’s thoughts began to whirl as she grappled with the possibility that it was all

conviction that it was only a dream and nothing more. Every sensation she experienced after her