Chapter 89
The moment the lights in the room went out, my breathing faltered for a second. Perhaps because I couldn’t see anything, my sense of hearing and touch became more acute instead
Tom’s breathing was steady and deep, loud in the stillness of the night. I could almost feel his breath against my ear. And the smell of his body wash lingered in the air after his shower.
I found myself holding my breath as I shut my eyes tightly, trying to fall asleep by counting sheep. But for some reason, the usad post–pregnancy drowsiness didn’t kick in this time. In fact, the more I counted, the more alert I felt. Frustrated, I turned over onto my other side.
In the dark, Tom’s deep voice suddenly broke the silence. “Having trouble sleeping? Is it because you’re not used to the bed?”
The small amount of sleepiness I had felt instantly vanished..
Tcould do nothing but relectantly admit, “Yeah. I guess…”
“Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story? Tom’s voice sounded amused, and I could almost picture the lazy smile on his face.
“No thanks,” I replied, rolling over and facing away from him. “I’m going to sleep,”
Tom chuckled and didn’t say anything else.
Maybe Tom’s joking around made me sleepy or perhaps I was already feeling tired. As I closed my eyes again, a wave of drowsiness washed over me
However, it could also be because I had been lost in my racing thoughts before going to bed that I ended up having a hazy dream. In the dream, I relived the banquet that took place a month ago.
At the time, all I could think about was pleasing Gavin, so much so that I even went after him to the banquet, hoping to surprise him. But as I searched through the crowd, Gavin was nowhere to be found. Instead, it was my father–in–law, Victor, who encountered me and sneered sarcastically at my efforts.
Feeling down, Lasked the waiter for a glass of wine. However, after taking a few sips, I noticed something was off about the wine.
A warm current continuously surged through the, leaving me feeling incredibly thirsty.
At first, I dismissed it as just being parched and drank several glasses of water consecutively. But the discomfort remained. It finally dawned on me that something must have been added to the wine!
Panic set in as I fumbled for my phone, desperate to call Gavin. Unfortunately, all I heard was a robotic voice repeating. “Sorry, the person you’re trying to reach is currently on another call.”
“Excuse me, muss. Is there anything I can assist you with?” A waiter noticed a strange expression on my face and quickly approached to inquire,
However, at that moment, the only person I trusted was Gavin.
“Can you help me find Gavin?”
“Of course. Let’s make our way to the lounge first.”
“Thank you”
The dream felt so seal that I couldn’t shake off a sense of disgust. Why was I dreaming about Gavin again? Just as I was struggling to wake up from my subconscious, someone came closer while I was still feeling a little fuzzy.
“Grace? Gracie! Wake up
I opened my eyes in a daze, struggling to see the face of the person in front of me. I knew it was Garin, the man who appeared in my dreams. The drug took had kicked in, and I instinctively grabbed onto the man’s neck, kissing him with urgency.
I could feel his body tense up in response, but be pushed me away abruptly, “Grace Summers, look closely and see who I am!“?
But my vision was still blurry, and all I felt was intense heat enveloping me.
“It’s so but…“1 kissed him again recklessly until he pulled back
Suddenly, he leaned in again and chased after me. Even in my dream state, I couldn’t believe that I was reliving that crazy moment with Gavin. As I struggled to wake myself up, his face became clear to me. It was Toen?
Before I knew it, he had effortlessly picked me up and placed me on his lap while I was lost in a daze
His body was like a furnace, radiating an almost unbearable heat that consumed my entire being With a sudden jolt, I woke up.
I was welcomed by the sight of a grand crystal chandelier hanging above. The gentle moming rays filtered through delicate gauze curtains, creating an otherworldly ambience.
“What’s wrong? Did you have a dream?” A voice called out above the
I quickly sat up and wrapped the blanket tightly around myself, finding the man from my dreams standing right in front of me.
Tain must have just finished washing up as his hair was still slightly damp, with droplets of water clinging to each strand. Two buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his tound chest…
Heat rushed to my face as I recalled what I had just been dreaming about,
Tom’s brows furrowed together as he instinctively reached out to check my temperature. “Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?”
I recoiled as if shocked and stammered out, “N–No… No, I’m fine. I’m going to wash up!”
With that, I threw off the covers and sprang out of bed, quickly slipping on my slippers before darting toward the bathroom
After locking the door, I leaned over the sink and stared at my flushed face in the mirror. To clear my head, I splashed cold water on my face and took a deep breath. Did I really dream about Tom? It seemed so absurd. I patted my face gently with my hands. Maybe I was losing my mind?
Why was I still holding onto those take scenes from the dream? They were just a figment of my imagination. Trying to calm myself down, I took another deep breath and submerged my face in the sink full of water.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, interrupting me from blowing bubbles under the water.
I quickly emerged from the cold water and wiped my face with my hand. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you done washing up? It’s time for breakfast downstairs.”
“Okay, I’ll be there soon.” I opened the door after finishing and saw Tom still looking out the window.
“Let’s go downstairs.”
We walked down the stairs side–by–side when he suddenly turned to me with a smile on his face. “Grace, did you sleep well last night?”
His mention of yesterday made me flustered, and I didn’t know how to respond. Looking at my flushed cheeks, Tom teased, “What’s wrong? Did you dream about me?”
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