She couldn't fathom why she was plagued by these dreams, especially ones about Fitch.

Sweat coated her forehead, and her lips trembled.

Just then, Fitch entered the room, moving to sit beside her on the bed and instinctively reaching out to check her forehead.

Zoey recoiled instantly, avoiding his touch.

Suspicion filled her eyes as she clutched the blanket tightly.

Fitch's hand paused mid-air, his fingertips curling slightly before he withdrew.

"Nightmare?" he asked.

Zoey nodded. It was indeed a nightmare.

Even now, she felt a lingering fear, so much so that Fitch's familiar face seemed alien to her.

She had thought Fitch was unreasonable a few days ago, disregarding her opinions and acting like some cold, heartless king.

But the Fitch in her dreams was worse, seemingly torturing her on purpose.

And those conversations at the police station-they trampled on her dignity.

She couldn't understand why she was so entangled with this man in her dreams.

Her heart felt uneasy. She even wished she could enter her dream and slap her tormented self.

degrade herself for a

If she let it affect her too much, she was

has autism. He's very attached to me. I brought him to Zion City because it's still unspoiled here, the air is clean, which might be good for his condition. He hasn't interacted much with others, so please keep an eye on him

Autism?

No wonder he almost fainted from a fever without

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

true? Had

child's autism due to a lack

suddenly fell silent, his gaze fixed

followed by a large

fur was glossy and

sniffed the air

enthusiastic tail-wagging couldn't elicit much reaction

to her, nudging her legs

it recognized her as

felt overwhelmed by its affection, "Mr. Haskins, your

reached out to pet

felt an almost unbearable urge

taken good care of him," he suddenly

"Yes, can tell by his fur. And

Fitch's status would

the dog for a bit without a

emotion

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255