Chapter 39 Into The Den Of A Lion
- Jonathan turned to Michaela again after hanging up the call.
- Michaela had just washed her face, so wet strands of hair clung to her forehead. Her bare face was fair and smooth like porcelain, and her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms.
- Even though she tried her best to hide it, Jonathan could see that her eyes were red and knew she had just cried.