C472 Merle
A trace of pallor briefly flickered across Penelope's exquisite cheeks. She was about to speak when Wood stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of her.
Merle shot Wood a scornful look. "What's this? You're going to stand up for her? I must say, you've got some nerve."
Wood didn't respond to Merle's taunt; instead, he silently raised his hand
