Chapter 689

Giselle happened to glance at Chris again and caught a clear view of the creases on his eyelids. She looked twice before she could stop herself. "You had your eyelids done?" she asked, studying him with open curiosity. He froze for a moment, then turned his face away. "No, I didn't. You're seeing things." "Oh." The moment the words left her mouth, she found herself amused. Why was she so intent on dissecting his features? Plenty of people had naturally defined double eyelids that looked as if they'd been surgically shaped. Maybe he sensed her doubt. After a brief pause, Chris spoke quietly. "I did have plastic surgery." "What?" He added, "One year on the battlefield, I was badly injured. I took several bullets. My face was hit by an explosion. When they sent me back to the hospital, reconstruction was unavoidable." Hearing that, Giselle studied the lower half of his face again. There were, indeed, faint traces of repair, though the work was remarkably natural. Anyone not lookin