Chapter 72: Attending the Wedding

After a long while, Bella Doyle finally slipped out of Fabian Farrell's arms, her cheeks flushing crimson. She tapped his chest lightly, half shy and half teasing. "You're such a perv. Elise totally called it about you." Fabian scratched his head, grinning sheepishly. "Lift your shirt. Let me see your injuries," Bella said suddenly, worry etched across her face. "Uh… probably not the best idea," Fabian replied, hesitating. Bella ignored him and gently lifted his shirt. A flawless physique came...