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,

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

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, but even his efforts would

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

mount. Her inability to move or open

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.

only a dream and nothing more. Every sensation she experienced after her clothes were removed