Jocelyn looked at her arms which were full of bruises, as well as her chin and ankles. She snorted softly, her hand moved to press the wound then she muttered in pain. “When will this wound heal?” She complained.
She was tired of applying wound salve and then wearing make-up to cover up the wound every time she had to appear in clothes that showed her arms.
The past week she's been quite busy because Lucas always calls her every morning and asks her to accompany him to attend several royal events, such as ending the inauguration of a charity institution, visiting a hospital, and attending a political party. As Lucas said before, the man was indeed planning to show the public that they would get married soon according to his speech a week ago.
“Miss Anastasya, Infante Liam has arri
