Chapter 142: I'm a cultivator, and You Want Me to Do Skincare?

But he had not even bothered to find out what really happened before laying hands on his future wife. That alone meant one thing. If Giselle Scurr ever married him, she would never be happy. "What?" Giselle lifted her head, stunned. Atreus Lyson gathered Spiritual Power into his palm. A gentle yet potent presence spread slowly over Giselle's cheek. The burning pain faded at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of that Spiritual Power. Giselle clearly felt a warm current drifting...