CHAPTER 700. IN MY NEXT LIFE. The Best in the World

He would have preferred someone punched him. He would have literally preferred to take a fist to the nose than to watch another man kiss that woman. It was obvious they were a couple—a legitimate one—but perhaps the worst part was seeing the wedding ring on the man’s finger.

Why wasn’t she wearing one? Why on earth didn’t she have a single damn mark that showed she wasn’t free...? And just that thought made him understand. Of course. Because of the marks—she didn’t wear chains, earrings, or rings because they left marks.

“Kim, look at me! Are you okay?” the man asked as she tried, futilely, to step back.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. We just got stuck for a few days in a storm, but that’s all,” she replied, running her hand through her hair. Only then did her husband turn to look at Peter.

“In a storm?! What are you talking about?! I came here looking for you—they couldn’t even tell me where you were! I’ve been calling your cell nonstop, Kim!