Chapter 1200 You Were Sleeping On My Arm

A man’s scars were the markings of his masculinity. Alba wondered if the scar was there because of that girl. It would be utterly campy if it was, shuddering at that thought. At the same time, she was feeling a little envious. She had been taking care of him when she hardly knew him that well, but what did he do? He not only took advantage of her by grabbing her hand, he even assumed that she was another woman. Such a jerk! Alba flicked Simon’s forehead; the pain caused his brows to crease once again. “Ha!” she said. “I’ve been merciful enough to not have inflicted worse pain than this, okay?” She looked at her other trapped hand, worried. Would she be stuck here the whole night? Well, Alba was quite a hardy person. She could survive in almost any condition with minimal assistance. She was full of complaints one moment, and the next, she was fast asleep while leaning against the sofa. … Simon felt as if his body was numb while his head throbbed so badly that it could explode a