Ten days later, she would forever be bound to another man’s side.
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When someone pulled her out of the water, Livia’s body was frozen stiff.
Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were purple from the cold and her teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a clattering sound.
The staff hurriedly wrapped a blanket around her.
Malva, holding a glass of red wine, walked up with a calm demeanor, covering her mouth as she lightly laughed.
"Livia, you're so beautiful with such a good figure. No wonder the staff are so protective of you..."
Mitchel’s face turned cold as he ripped the blanket off her, sneering. "Livia, don't you have hands and feet? Can't you climb out by yourself? Do you know that everyone is waiting for you? You've ruined the entire New Year's Eve gathering with your antics..."
Before he could finish his words, he grabbed Livia’s hand, but when he felt the unusual coldness of her palm, his angry expression suddenly changed and his tone quivered slightly. "Are you... okay?"