Chapter 35

Shirley had no idea why Damian liked her so much. It was to the point where he relied on her. Could it be that she looked similar to his mother? After Damian was put on the bed, he still held onto Shirley's clothes tightly. So, she had no choice but to lay next to him and pat his back softly. "Go to sleep, Damian. I'll continue to keep you company." Damian looked at Shirley, who had a gentle expression, and blinked a few times before his heavy eyelids drooped. He turned and buried himself in her arms. Shirley patted him on the back comfortingly. A while later, his steady breathing could be heard. Once she was sure he had fallen asleep, she lifted his clothes lightly. Shirley didn't know how to describe her feelings. Damian's body was so small, yet it was covered with scars. There were scars on his chest, stomach, and even his private part. The areas that could be covered by clothes were covered with scars. He seemed to have been whipped, burned by cigarettes, and injured by kniv