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qThe room was covered in darkness, with the dim emergency light on the ground as the only source of illumination.

When Zachary opened his eyes, he stared blankly at the ceiling. The scenes from his dream were still replaying his mind.

In his dream, Charlotte was cruel and heartless. The frosty expression and the hateful gaze she had looked extremely frightening.

Zachary felt as if someone was crushing his heart. The pain was so excruciating that he could barely breathe.

Gradually, the pain turned into hatred, causing him to clench his fists. It was as though he would strangle Charlotte to death if she appeared before him.

However, he realized that something was pressing on his arms, causing them to feel heavy and numb. In fact, he could not even lift them.

While trying desperately to move his arms, he turned to look and was shocked by what he saw.

Am I dreaming? Is... Is that Charlotte? Why is she here?

Although Charlotte's face was buried in her arms, Zachary recognized her easily from the contours of her head and body.

with her many times in the past, he was extremely familiar with her form

he was certain it was her without needing to

replay the intimate

his video call with Ben, he saw them embracing each other, dressed in

blood to boil,

now? Could there be something wrong with my memory? Could it be that I didn't call Ben and she wasn't together with Louis? Was

that thought aside. He clearly remembered the video call, and every scene of it was

been mistaken, but

the question, Charlotte shifted in her sleep and turned her face toward him before falling back

emotions raged in his heart. They cycled through resentment,

felt like pulling her up and

he felt agonizing pain shooting up

movements. After sitting up abruptly, she stared at him in shock. When she finally regained her senses, she exclaimed,

“How do you feel? Do you feel pain anywhere? I'll get the doctor at

the button, but he held her

at one of her fingers. “N-No need,” Zachary uttered with