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

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

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

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 as she grappled with the possibility that it was all but a dream. No one could have been

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