Chad Yakov said, reaching out to touch her forehead.
The next second, Victoria Gibson seemed to suddenly snap back to reality, jolting backward to avoid his hand.
Her entire being scrambled to the edge of the Bed, her eyes toward him turning fearful, uneasily clutching the Quilt covering her...
"..." Chad Yakov's hand, just extended, froze in mid-air.
Wanting to say something, but meeting her resistant gaze, it felt like his throat was being squeezed.
Was her dependence on him only in dreams?
Chad Yakov just prepared to get up, when the person in front of him, already too nervous, fell from the Bed.
"Victoria Gibson!" Chad Yakov was taken aback, wanting to grab her but could only watch helplessly as she fell in front of him.
The whole person fell to the Ground, letting out a muffled sound, yet rolled up with the Quilt, moving further away from him...
