Fcukboy!!

While her eyes were focused on his frame, Jolthar felt the bandages were making him feel irritated. So he tore the bandages off, his muscles were now exposed, revealing a network of scars covering his back. In the sunlight, the scars seemed to glisten like silver threads woven into his skin, adding to his mysterious allure.

She bit her lips, feeling the youthful energy from him; she was not the type of woman who would hide her feelings. And she outright showed her lust in her eyes, and the gaze told a lot about it.

Belan, who was standing beside her, watched her and grunted. She couldn't believe that her mother was lusting after him, a man who she desperately wanted to kill.

Lysandra cleared her throat, which made Raayani compose herself.

"Did you save a little girl a few days ago?" she finally asked, her voice smooth but carrying an undertone of curiosity.

"Maybe it's been weeks by now. There was a woman with her—Katerina."