Shen hurried towards Lina. The crowd had their eyes on him, and naturally their gazes followed his quickly moving figure.
There were gasps from everyone when they saw a miserable-looking, disheveled Lina. The whispers started sounding about why she looked like that.
Sara had counted on this being an embarrassment to Shen, and hoped that if she came back to the ballroom, he would shoo her away to preserve his pristine image, rather than have an untidy woman at his side.
But the way he rushed towards her, his eyes gentle and full of worry, made her quake with fear.
"Baby...what happened?!"
He asked her in a soft but worried voice as he held her limp figure in his arms, shielding her from the crowd.
How did this deadly woman manage to get beaten up and scratched at an event full of pompous, spoiled brats and aristocrats with soft hands?!
Who could she have possibly found trouble with?
As he cradled her body close to him, she peeped up at his face and smiled coyly.
