After a long day of chaos, Rachel was completely exhausted. After eating a little, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, Jeffrey sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring intently at her peaceful face.
She lay there still, as if she would never leave, couldn't leave, and could only remain within his sight.
Even though she was right in front of him, why did he still feel like he couldn't truly hold onto her?
Today she had said she had no regrets, but why did it feel as if she was hiding something?
Her words had sounded so insincere.
The image of Garrett Vincent carrying her away replayed in his mind again and again, like a film stuck on repeat.
He had never felt such fear before. It was as if all of his nightmares had suddenly become real.
"Does Garrett Vincent really mean nothing to you?" he murmured, his fingers brushing gently against her closed, rosy lips.
But of course, she couldn't answer him in her sleep.
