Half an hour later.
Julius Reed got out of bed.
He was exhausted, drenched in sweat.
His body ached all over.
It was so difficult.
He walked to the window, picked up a glass of water, and drank while gazing outside.
An endless grassland stretched out before him, beneath a clear blue sky.
If possible, he truly wished he could ride a spirited horse across this prairie.
But alas, countless pressures surged in like a tide.
Watching Gabriel Abernathy, who was already sleeping soundly in bed, Julius picked up the blanket to cover her well.
He wanted to see Night Fairy's face.
To see the true appearance of this woman.
For men, the more mysterious the opposite sex, the more attractive they are.
Ever since Ivan Reed was accused back then, up until today.
Julius' interest in Gabriel Abernathy's true appearance had gradually deepened.
But after half an hour of effort, he found that Gabriel Abernathy's mask was completely unremovable.
Neither with fingernails nor a small knife.
