Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 138

Though Miranda had seen Elian's body before, aware he bore numerous scars, a closer examination today still took her aback.

Previously, she'd only glimpsed the scars, unable to gauge their depth. But now, inspecting them closely, she realized most were life-threatening. Just how much luck did he possess to be up and about today? Many of these wounds, had they been a millimeter deeper, or slightly more off-course, would have ended his life or left him permanently impaired. The gunshot wounds lay bare before her, unhidden and raw. "Lucky guy," she remarked coolly.

Elian's gaze fixed on her face, silent, just watching her. Miranda didn't ask where the injuries came from; she already had a pretty good guess.

"These are old wounds, but not too old for you. Some haven't fully healed and might trouble you now and then. You're still young, so with care, they can mend," she said, pulling out a small jar of ointment. "This stuff's worth its weight in gold. In a month, your scars could vanish completely."

"No need," Elian suddenly said.

Surprised, Miranda gazed up and met right his eyes, which settled on hers; they were deep and mysterious, like a still pond with hidden depths.

"Leave the scars," he murmured with a grim voice. "I don't want them gone."

her hand hovering over the

treat the recurring injuries, leaving the scars be. For her, these external wounds were

healing. As black smoke wafted from the needle points, she removed them, observing, "You've

knew young men often had excess energy, so she didn't think much of it. Elian shifted uncomfortably, squinting at her. "As a girl, do

head, arching an eyebrow as she looked at Elian. "I'm actually quite knowledgeable in men's

half. Elian's neck flushed crimson

felt her mood lightened with her teasing. "I'll write you a

mix of frustration

a jacket from the sofa to cover his lap, concealing

seem to care about

he felt

frustrated about Miranda's abil

up his inner desire just by

turned and