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,

the sert, was responsible for her well–being and the

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 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 with trepidation. She could distinctly sense the intruder’s hands lifting her up and meticulously removing her

mount. Her inability to move or open her eyes only intensified her distress, but it did not diminish the visceral nature of what she was

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

dream and nothing more. Every