Chapter 25 The Hidden Past

"Nathaniel, what happened to your face?" A gust of fragrant wind blew. Anastasia's legs had not fully recovered. She was sitting in a wheelchair with a delicate but pale face, wearing a light French-style dress with a plush blanket on her knees. It was woven by Janet, and it had her favorite pattern of apricot blossoms. She rolled the wheelchair and came in front of him. "Nathaniel." She raised her delicate oval face and looked at the man who was staring at her condescendingly. There were observably red fingerprints on his cold and handsome face. Her expression froze at first, and then, she immediately frowned, "Who slapped you like this?" The woman's sweet voice suddenly brought back Nathaniel's thoughts that had wandered away all night. He lowered his handsome face, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked sideways at her, but his gaze fell on the blanket covering her knees.