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,

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

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

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

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

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 one could have been able to intrade into her room unnoticed.

and nothing more. Every sensation she experienced after