Chapter 23-game

The man's body warmth and masculine scent quickly enveloped her, warming her cold body almost immediately.

"Your clothes are wet. Wear this for now, or you'll get sick!" There were no thick blankets on the bed, only a thin cover, which Capone pulled over her legs.

"Wouldn't you be happier if I died of illness?" Sophia's teeth chattered from the cold.

Capone grasped her delicate chin, forcing her to turn toward him. The area where he had slapped her was already swollen.

"Does it hurt?"

Sophia turned her face away.

Capone frowned, touching the swollen area. "Don't blame me. It was instinct, and it serves as a lesson for you. If you ever try to bite or act out again, I…"

"Are you going to beat me to death then? Why don't you just kill me now? Come on!" Sophia's tears welled up as she tilted her head defiantly.

"You want to die just because you're with me?"