Chapter 122 Treating The Wound

Riana? Verian’s eyes were completely red from crying. She gradually raised her head from Heaton’s chest. While blushing with her tiny face, she asked, “What did you call me?” Heaton’s voice was deep and extremely attractive. Although his voice could sound a little cold, it sounded extraordinarily gentle when he said ‘Riana’, causing her to tremble slightly. A subtle hint of delight could be seen in the man’s dark pearly eyes as he stared at her. “If you didn’t hear it earlier, it’s your loss.” Verian Mont was speechless. Verian was stunned as she immediately said, “How could I just let it slide so easily. I heard it but who allowed you to call me that?” Not a single person but her father had called her that. Ever since her father had passed, not a single person in this world had ever called her ‘Riana’ again. Upon noticing Heaton’s silence as he cuddled her and started closing his eyes to get some rest, Verian leaned closer into him and said, “Only my father has ever called me