Chapter 148 Scars

• Griffon raised his hand and wanted to touch Taya’s face, but she took a step back in shock. Taya looked at his right hand in a daze. There was a hint of horror in her eyes. Seeing this, Griffon seemed to have understood something. He quickly withdrew his hand and said to her, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hit you again.”
• Taya, who had been pretending to be calm, suddenly collapsed. “Stay away from me.” Griffon shook his head gently. “Taya, I can’t stay away from you.” Taya’s face darkened. “I told you, my name is Rosalie, not Taya. How many times do I have to tell you to believe me?” The corners of his eyes, which were as cold as snow, turned red little by little. “Are you… really not her?” “No!” Taya raised her face in an irritated manner. His thick eyelashes trembled slightly, but his eyes were still full of disbelief. He took a step closer to her and forced her to the corner of the wall. Then he raised his hand to touch her cheek.
• She thought that he was going to forcibly kiss her again, so she pushed him away, turned around, and was about to run away. But he suddenly hugged her from behind. His tall and large body wrapped tightly around her petite body, and his sturdy chest was pressed against her back. Taya was irritated. She struggled with all her might, but the wolf didn’t let go. His body didn’t move at all, like a wall of iron. She suddenly felt ridiculous. “Sir, do you have a special hobby for mated women?” The man didn’t care about her sarcasm. After restraining her with one hand, he raised his fingers and brushed away the short hair behind her. When he touched the small scar, his thin lips curled up slightly. As expected, she was his Taya. He was not mistaken. However, that scar had taken root in his heart, causing his eyes, which had always been indifferent and distant, to be tainted with endless sin. He touched the scar on the back of her head with trembling fingers and apologized in a low voice, “I’m sorry. That slap caused your death…” She tilted her head slightly to avoid his touch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” After the wound was healed, there was indeed a scar on the back of her head, but she was unwilling to admit it. He didn’t force her to admit it. He just rubbed the scar with his fingers over and over again.