Chapter Ninety eight

He slowly approached her and her heart pounded even louder as their eyes met.

"Celina...." He said in a soft, deep voice. She shuddered and quickly looked away from him.

"I....I'm glad to see that you're alright." she stuttered but he only stared at her affectionately.

His silence and the way he stared at her made her very nervous.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her gently to himself, checking her body for any scratches or bruises. When he couldn't find any, he returned his gaze to her and she looked away, feeling hot with shame.

"Did he....hurt you in any way?"

She looked at him for a while and nodded negatively. Her heart melted. Despite the fact that he was the one hurt the most, he was still so worried and concerned about her.

"Sultan i...." she tried to apologize but he placed a finger on her lips to stop her.