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Faye Owen's expression was a mix of surprise and fear. Imagine, a man living with her, adorned with so many scars; some even looking like they are caused by sharp weapons, and a few that resembled gunshot wounds.
Moreover, his left arm had a very realistic tattoo of a wolf's head, its eyes fierce and ruthless, emitting an intimidating, icy chill.
No matter how she looked at it, this guy didn't seem like a simple good guy. Although Faye Owen had never really considered him a good man, the scene in front of her surpassed her imagination and what she could endure. From childhood to adulthood, the people she had interacted with, in her living environment, were upright at the very least on the surface. As for hooligans and villains, she had no contact with them, let alone this guy who looked very much like a desperate outlaw.
