Chapter 513 Fiery Little Thing, Aren’t You?

• A long, brutal scar cut across his torso like a signature in flesh. And under it, the left side of his ribs was badly swollen — the exact spot she’d kicked and punched earlier.
• Olivia barely glanced at the damage.
• Totally unfazed, she yanked the rest of his shirt off. Her movements weren’t delicate — the tug must’ve pulled at the bruised ribs because the boy’s eyebrows tightened and his blood-smeared lips pressed into a thin line, even in his sleep.