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,

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

down, all she could do was chuckle bitterly at her condition. A cure eluded her own after years of searching, and she had already reached the point of despair. She knew that her

can’t be Dad! This person 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.

going to kill you for undressing me!‘ Gilda yelled in her heart as fear began to mount. Her inability to move or open her eyes only intensified her distress, but it

How 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 but a dream. No

more. Every sensation she experienced after her clothes