CHAPTER 111
“Hey! Let me take a look—“ Dimitri stopped stroking her face when he saw a small purple bruise on Azalea’s right cheek, “Fvck!” He hissed.
She winced a little when he touched a soft spot accidentally, "Ouch!"
“s**t! She hit you?” His blood boiled at once. Dimitri didn’t notice it earlier. He thought the discoloration in her face was due to the plaster they placed on her, plus some dirt on her tear-damped skin. Realizing that Safira had hit her made him mad again.
“She just slapped me before her assistant placed the tape on my lips." She noticed his uneven breathing. He was getting mad again. "But don’t worry, it’s just a little raw now, but it will heal soon,” Azalea appeased him.
“Bvllshit, that woman," Dimitri cursed. "You should have allowed me to place a permanent den
