Chapter 40 Stitches Directly

Celeste had gotten over 60 stitches sewed without any anesthesia.

Even someone like Nicholas, who was used to countless incidents, could not bear it in his heart.

Celeste remained silent, her petite face deathly pale against Damon's embrace. Beads of sweat soaked her shirt as her hair clung slickly and damp against her face.

Damon had intended to restrain Celeste and prevent her from struggling, but she was incredibly obedient and did not make a single move.

Celeste stared blankly as Nicholas worked the surgical needle in and out. As she witnessed the needle piercing the skin, her empty gaze unexpectedly brightened for a moment.

Although Damon was unsure if he had seen it wrong, he swiftly covered Celeste's eyes with his hand.

"Relax, don't look at it," he said.

The fear of losing Celeste shrouded him throughout the night. It softened his attitude considerably.

Her lashes quivered in Damon's hand, tickling gently.

After finishing the stitches, Celeste seemed to have finished a