The man was shocked by the immaculate beauty that prevailed despite this woman's sickly condition.
His family lacked not of handsome men and attractive women-The enchanting, the majestic, and the stunning were all in one place.
He had always believed that he would live his life unmoved by attractive appearances, for he had never imagined finding a face like Angeline Severe's that was so weak yet so stubborn, so innocent yet so enchanting, gentle yet determined and strong.
Dualities of the woman before him shone in her eyes, and he could not help but feel his heart skip a beat for her.
"Lucky for you, the person you met is me." He touched his chin, frowning lightly as his gaze fell onto her bleeding arm.
He had hemophobia, yet he weirdly did not find himself feeling the usual intense reactions at the sight of her blood.
Not to mention his inherited obsession with cleanliness had also not caused nausea at the sight of dirtied blood.
Carrying her in his arms, he brought her to his car and took out his first aid kit. Procuring the secret medicine his family concocted and stuffing it into her
mouth, he twisted open a bottle of mineral water and fed her a few sips.
Then, he tore open her sleeves to carefully dress her wounds.
After all that, he returned to his driver's seat and drove his car in the opposite direction of Imperial Capital.
His car passed Josephine and Diary Of A Garden as it sped away.
Passing by the point of collision, Josephine felt her hair rise at the shocking pool of blood.
She dialed Angeline's number, but no one answered.
When she called again, the phone was turned off.
Staring at the pool of blood, Josephine began to yell and run in a craze, "Sis Angeline! Sis Angeline!"
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