Annie Lane’s impression of Mason Quinn was that he dressed rather neatly and cleanly even though the clothes he wore were not from luxury brands. He styled his hair very tidily with a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose. He looked like a gentle scholar.
However… he looked incredibly filthy at the moment. The corners of his eyes and mouth were bruised. His left eyelid was drooping and covered with dried blood. His right hand was wrapped with bandages.
The moment Annie opened the door, Mason lifted his head to look at her. She was as still and beautiful as a portrait. She was someone that Mason would never be able to have. Nevertheless, a spark of hope was lit inside him the moment Annie almost lost her life for him.
“Annie…”
Mason’s voice was deep and hoarse. It sounded similar to the sound one would hear when they stepped on dried branches. While looking at the pretty and fair lady that was in front of his damaged body, he had the sudden urge to cry out loud.
“Can you still g