"Mr. Davidson probably ate something unclean. Drink some water to rinse your mouth."
He was wearing a loose-fitting shirt, revealing some skin as he leaned closer.
But I immediately noticed the tattoo on his chest.
I froze.
Leon's voice was innocent and questioning, "Mr. Davidson?"
I held my breath and suddenly yanked open his collar forcefully.
"Ah!"
With a man's gasp, I saw it clearly.
The bullet wound was incredibly realistic, the details and location exactly the same as Gabriela's…
He had actually tattooed Gabriela's scar onto his own body.
Gabriela shoved me to the ground and draped her coat over Leon.
She roared angrily, "Julius, you're completely unreasonable!"
I stood there stunned, tears streaming down my face when I looked up at her.
Gabriela's deepest regret was that scar. It was only after countless reverent kisses and caresses that she opened her heart to me.
But Leon, only a few months into her job, knew exactly how to tattoo it on his heart.
What I once considered a treasure was, in someone else's eyes, obtained effortlessly.
I looked at Leon behind the woman, my voice trembling. "What's with the tattoo on your chest?"
