Chapter 441: Let me borrow your surname!
Penny stared at the beautiful man lying so peacefully on the bed. Despite the obvious injuries on his body and his pale—almost dead—complexion, he was indeed a true beauty. She glanced at the door before approaching the bed from the side.
"Wow," she murmured in awe, waving a hand before his face. "Are you dead?"
Penny blinked and stared at him for a long time, tilting her head to the side.
Was this the moment for the prince to give a true love kiss?
Her lips pursed at the thought, her eyes squinting until they looked like crescent moons. She looked a little perverted. Perhaps this was the kind of expression princes had upon finding a beauty lying there for them to devour.
As Penny’s mind grew wilder by the second, his eyes slowly cracked open. Her brows rose, snapping her out of her perverted thoughts. She slowly lowered her gaze to him, watching his long lashes flutter partially open.
’Even his eyes look... amazing,’ she thought, enthralled by how long and thick his lashes were. But what drew her attention was how dark his eyes appeared. They didn’t look dark in a sickly way, but rather as if they held the darkness of hell.
"Oh." All the silly thoughts she initially had disappeared without a trace as she held his gaze. "I know that look."
The look was one she had seen many times in the mirror: the look of someone who had seen nothing but hell, with no sunshine at all. Yet, those eyes that mirrored hers showed no fear of danger or even death.
The corner of her lips curled up. "Hello there, patient. How are you feeling?"