However, Hannah was not the type to concede defeat so easily. In the height of her ultimate humiliation, she cast aside all her idol image, discarding the gentle facade she had painstakingly maintained for so long. She let out a manic shriek, and with her neatly manicured nails painted in nude pink, she lunged forward, scratching directly into Lucien's outstretched left arm.
A piercing pain shot up his arm. The long, skin-tearing scratches oozed blood, vividly crimson against his pale skin. Hannah had scratched so fiercely that even a portion of her own nails broke off.
Lucien naturally could have dodged, but he deliberately let this maddened woman claw at him. He even intentionally let his hand bump against the edge of the marble sink, creating an additional swollen bruise on his wrist.
There had to be clear, visible wounds like this so that later on, the guilt within Dominic's heart would grow day by day, until Dominic could no longer pull himself away.
