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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.

the

her

eyebrows, he began to replay the intimate act

video call with Ben, he saw them embracing each other,

boil, and he almost burst a

I didn't call Ben and she

thought aside. He clearly remembered the video call, and every

but why

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

stared at her gorgeous face, emotions raged in his

pulling her up

his hand, he felt agonizing pain shooting up

the same time, Charlotte was awakened by his movements. After sitting up abruptly, she stared at him in shock. When she finally regained her

she asked anxiously, “How do you feel? Do you feel pain anywhere? I'll get the doctor

the button, but he held her

arms were feeble, so he could only tug at one of her fingers. “N-No need,” Zachary uttered