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,

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

had already reached the point of despair. She knew that her father was hell–bent on restoring her health,

It can’t be Dad! This person is taking off my clothes! Who the hell is this? Gilda realized

are you? I’m going to kill you for undressing me!‘ Gilda yelled in her heart as fear began to mount. Her inability to move or open her

It must be a dream!‘ Gilda’s thoughts began to whirl

that it was only a dream and nothing more. Every sensation she experienced after her clothes were removed merely heightened her fear.