The room was dim, with just the emergency light on the floor giving off a faint glow.

Micah slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, the scenes from his dream still fresh in his mind.

In the dream, Sadie was cold and ruthless, her face like ice, and her eyes filled with hatred, all terrifyingly real.

Micah's heart felt like it was being ripped apart, the pain suffocating. This pain gradually turned into hatred, and his hands slowly clenched, as if he were thinking that if Sadie appeared before him at this moment, he would strangle her. But his arm felt heavy and numb, like something was pressing down on it, making it impossible to move.

He struggled to move, trying to pull his hand out, while turning his head to look. He was stunned. Was he dreaming? Was this Sadie? How could she be here?

Even though she was lying by the bedside, sleeping soundly with her face hidden, only her head and body visible, Micah was sure it was her.

They had shared a bed so many times that he was very familiar with her figure, posture, and even her scent. He didn't need to see her face to recognize her at a glance.

Micah frowned at Sadie, his mind racing. He remembered that when Andrew video-called him, he saw her with Joe, both barely dressed, entwined in each other's arms. That scene made his blood boil, almost killing him with rage. But now, how could she be here?

Could it be that his memory was wrong? Had he not video-called Andrew, and she wasn't with Joe? Had he been unconscious for a long time, and she had returned from Mount Avalis?

No, Micah quickly dismissed this thought. He clearly remembered watching the video, that scene like a red-hot branding iron, deeply imprinted on his heart.

There was no mistake. But if that was the case, why was she here now?

Micah was still pondering. Just then, Sadie stirred, turned over to face Micah, and continued to sleep.

Micah looked at her beautiful face, his heart filled with a tumult of complex emotions-resentment, anger, doubt, confusion, and unwillingness.

A surge of anger and impulse rose within him. He wanted to reach out and grab her, to demand why she had deceived and betrayed him.

But as soon as he moved his hand, his whole body felt like it was falling apart with pain.

Meanwhile, Sadie was also awakened by his movement. She sat up suddenly, looking at Micah on the hospital bed in shock, taking a while to come to her senses. She exclaimed, "You, you're awake!"

She reached out to touch his face, anxiously asking, "How do you feel? Does it hurt anywhere? I'll call the doctor right away."

She was about to press the call button. But her hand was held by Micah. He had no strength, only able to hook her finger, struggling to say, "No, no need!"

Sadie carefully observed him, seeing that he was stable, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, "Really okay?"

Micah nodded with difficulty.

Sadie hugged him tightly, choking up as she whispered in his ear, "That's great! You scared me to death. I thought you would never wake up again."

Her embrace was warm and familiar, carrying a comforting scent. Micah felt momentarily confused, as if they were still the loving couple they once were. He loved her, and she loved him.

But soon, he regained his clarity. He hadn't forgotten what he saw.

He shifted his body, trying to break free from her embrace, and attempted to speak, wanting to question her, "You, you and..."

"What's wrong? Am I holding you too tight?" Sadie asked, thinking she had made him uncomfortable, quickly released him.

She gently cupped his face and soothingly said, "You need to rest well, okay? The doctor said you can't get out of bed for three days."

Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.Tap the middle of the screen to reveal Reading Options.

If you replace any errors (non-standard content, ads redirect, broken links, etc..), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.

Report