Chapter 102 Kiss Her Wrist

It was obvious that Aria didn't want to continue on that subject.

Aria strode forward, her long legs carrying her with practiced ease. The click of her black boots echoed in the silence, her unbound hair catching the faint breeze. Landon's gaze, however, remained fixed on her right hand.

"What happened?" he asked abruptly, reaching out to examine it.

Aria offered no resistance. "Just a scratch from a tree branch. I wanted to avoid hitting the wrong person. It's nothing major. I'll just head back and…"

She suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence.

Landon, with an air of sudden elegance, dipped down. His lips brushed the angry red wound on Aria's wrist. The touch, though undeniably seductive, held a surprising gentleness.

It wasn't a kiss on the hand, barely a graze, yet the cool press of his lips soothed the burning ache in its wake.

Aria, unused to such closeness, instinctively recoiled. But before she could pull away, he tightened his grip on her, his gaze locking with h