Penelope turned around, her gaze fell on Nicolai, who was very gently caressing the wound that Ariana had received when she fell just now.
Compared to how he had coldly watched her fall a few seconds ago, the way he was treating that woman made Penelope clench her fingers until her fake nails dug into her palms.
She did not know whether chivalry existed in other men, but she was sure that it did not exist in the man in front of her.
Nicolai was a brutal man whose fists spoke louder than he did, and yet, he was treating Ariana with such kindness that it brought tears to her eyes.
'Why can he not look at me like that? I have known him for much longer,' thought Penelope to herself. She bit her bottom lip so hard that it nearly bled.
If Nicolai had treated every woman like that, it wouldn't have hurt, but the truth was — he did not, which was why this entire thing was even more terrifying to Penelope.
