Chapter 365

Juliana felt herself being tightly held by a pair of strong arms, her face pressed against the man's solid chest. Even as they tumbled downhill, his grip never loosened. Fortunately, a flat stretch of ground below the slope finally stopped their fall. When they came to a stop, Juliana lifted her face from his embrace. The crisp scent of cedar and crushed grass filled her nostrils. Her gaze landed on his strikingly handsome face—now marked by a bleeding gash across his forehead from some unseen danger. Yet she herself remained completely unharmed, perfectly shielded. "You're hurt," she said, standing up from his arms. Both of them were covered in dry dirt and scattered blades of grass. Bodyguards quickly rushed down the slope, two immediately helping Arthur up from where he was sitting. "Young Master, are you alright?" Apart from the cut on his forehead from a sharp branch and several scrapes across his palms, Arthur was fine. He dusted himself off, his eyes flickering toward the girl s