Catherine started to lift up, still halfway up her body. But it seemed that Ayla was still having too much trouble pulling Catherine up.
"Give me your hand!" The baritone voice that Ayla was very familiar with rang clearly in her ears. The woman with the gaunt face turned her head, the figure again made her heart rippled. Until she ignored what she was currently holding.
However, there was no desire from that figure to look at Ayla. She was only focused on taking over both of Catherine's hands from Ayla's.
Greater strength with a stronger body, Prince Deniz managed to pull Catherine up.
"Everything is fine," said Prince Deniz as he hugged Catherine tightly. Meanwhile, the honey-haired woman pressed her body even more into the prince's embrace.
There was a sob from Catherin
