The next seconds, the Quilt was suddenly lifted.
Victoria Gibson didn't even have time to react before Chad Yakov forcefully dragged her up from the Bed and pulled her into his arms.
"Chad Yakov, you…"
She had just opened her mouth when a big hand was already pressed against her forehead.
After making sure she didn't have a fever, Chad Yakov didn't move his hand away. Instead, it slid down to her Cheeks, lingering as it wandered over them.
His eyes were very cold. An action that used to be full of pampering, when done by him now, only made her feel afraid.
The person in front of her still had that Face no one could imitate, but his actions made Victoria Gibson feel like he was a stranger.
Especially those Eyes…
She couldn't find a trace of warmth in his Eyes, only unquestionable dominance and tyranny.
"Chad Yakov, when can I leave here?" Victoria Gibson came back to herself, grabbed his hand, and tilted her head up to ask.
