CHAPTER 729. IN MY NEXT LIFE. The Antechamber of Hell

Perhaps the worst of all was that his hands were trembling—they trembled when he had to dress her, fasten those buttons, or pull up the zipper. Moving her as if she were a limp doll simply broke him in the worst way.

“Damn it, damn it!” he exhaled a desperate growl as he tried to finish dressing her no matter what.

He could feel that bitter tingling of tears trying to escape his eyes, but at that moment, he couldn’t afford to feel bad, not e