Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Chapter 715

“Take off your hat and lethave a good look at you.”

The man pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment.

Then, he took off his hat, and finally exposed his face.

The corner of his eye was covered with a thick gauze, stained red with blood.

He looked absolutely gruesome.

Maria’s eyes narrowed and darkened as she noticed the wound at the corner of his eye and moved closer to him.

“Does it hurt?” She rushed to the man and reached out to touch his face.

Her warm fingertips slightly brushed his skin and fell on the patch.

The man froze in place.

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Maria raised her head and glanced at him.

“Quite nervous, aren’t you?

I’m asking you a question.”

“It doesn’t hurt.” The man tilted his head on the side and took a step back.

Maria withdrew her hand and examined the other scar on his face.

It had been there for a long tnow.

“ Maria then “Now that side from now on

Don’t worry turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.

you’re back, just stay by my about that scar.

I’ll find you a good doctor to fix it.”

A confused emotion flashed across the man’s deep eyes as he gazed at

Maria, but it vanished in an instant.

“Thank you, Mrs.

Sullivan.”

“How polite, I like that.

I never keep someone aroundfor no reason.

Four years ago, you weren’t careful enough, and I had to ask you to flee and go overseas since you were constantly being hounded.

Can you believe it’s been that long? I hope you won’t failthis time.”

“It won’t happen again, Mrs.

Sullivan.

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I’ve learned my lesson.”

“It’s about time,” Maria remarked, looking the man up and down.

“Go and prepare.

Do a good job.

You accidentally let him live four years ago and now you must make up for the mistake you made.”

“IT will, Mrs.

Sullivan.”

After their brief conversation, the man turned to leave.

As soon as he was outside the room, he looked down at the hat in his hand with a hint of animosity, then put it back on.

Mary crushing afterward, holding a bowl of porridge in her hand.

“Mrs.

Sullivan, the porridge is ready.”