She quietly glanced at his hands.
As Maxim followed her gaze, the expressions on his face changed and his grip on her shoulders loosened.
''Am I hurting you?" While his grip on her was firm enough to keep her in place, it was not enough to hurt her.
Diana shook her head, ''I am good.''
''Sorry for this.''
Before Diana could understand what was he sorry for, he rolled up the tiny sleeves of her dress above her shoulders and the sight of purplish marks on her skin greeted his vision.
Diana had that milky white skin that she inherited from her Asian father, the kind which highlighted bruises by ten times.
"What the heck is this?" Maxim sucked in a cold breath as he looked at the long slash of purple in front of his eyes. There seemed to be a split skin in the middle of the bruise which had somewhat healed.
