New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 384 Unusual Dream

Claire sprinted through the dark, dense woods, her heart pounding in her chest. The only sound was her frantic breathing and the crunch of leaves under her feet.

She had no idea who or what was chasing her, only that it was a shadowy figure, a black blur that seemed to be getting closer no matter how fast she ran.

Every few seconds, she threw a glance over her shoulder, eyes wide with panic, but the woods were so dark that even the moonlight couldn't pierce through the thick canopy of trees.

Her foot caught on a branch, and with a gasp, she went tumbling to the ground, her knee slamming hard into the dirt.

Pain shot up her leg, and she clutched at her knee, wincing. Before she could even think about getting up, she felt it-the presence looming over her. Slowly, she looked up. The dark figure was there, towering over her, an ominous, shapeless shadow that seemed to swallow up the air around it. And then, just like that, it enveloped her.

Claire screamed.

She jolted awake, her body shooting upright in bed. Her heart was racing, and beads of sweat clung to her forehead and neck. For a moment, she just sat there, gasping for breath, trying to calm the wild thudding in her chest. It took a few seconds before she realized it had all been a dream-a weird, terrifying dream.

Claire rubbed her eyes and glanced out the window. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, casting a soft orange glow across the room. It was probably around 5:30 in the morning.

She closed her eyes and tried to shake off the lingering fear from the nightmare. It wasn't like her to have such dreams. In fact, she rarely ever had nightmares, except for those few times when her amnesia brought flashes of her parents into her dreams-memories she hadn't even realized she had.

But this? This was different.

A dark figure was chasing her, and instead of standing on her ground like she usually would, she ran away. That was so unlike her. Claire wasn't the type to run from anything, not in real life. She always faced her problems head-on, always.

So why had she run in the dream? Shaking her head, she pushed the thought aside. It was just a dream. Nothing more.

She swung her legs out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor as she headed to the bathroom. A hot shower seemed like the perfect remedy to shake off the last of the uneasy feeling. The warm water cascaded over her, relaxing her tense muscles. By the time she was done, she felt a little better, more grounded. Wrapping herself in a towel, she quickly got dressed and headed to the kitchen.

a knock at the door. Frowning,

blurted out, eyebrows

he was, standing at her door, looking oddly out of place with a bag of pastries in his hand. Alexander gave her a small, awkward

her expression blank. "What are

sighed, holding up the bag. "I brought

at him as if waiting for him to give a better reason for showing up at her door so early.

a hint of concern in his voice. "I wanted to make sure

and let out a small sigh. "I'm fine," she replied, though her tone made

then to the bandage on her arm. He raised an

shifted her arm behind her back, hiding the bandage as if it would magically disappear. "You see nothing,"

I came

him for a

morning, especially when she hadn't even finished her tea yet. With a small gesture, she stepped

got five minutes.

the kitchen, setting them on the counter. Alexander followed her in, grateful to be let inside, even if it was under strict time limits. He leaned against the counter, watching her carefully. "How

herself with the tea, her movements calm and deliberate.

convinced. "And

she quickly masked it with her usual calm. "Stable. He's

"How

shrugged, leaning against the counter now. "I have

satisfied with that answer. "Do you think it's

over her chest. "How are you so sure

a few times, looking like a fish gasping for air. "Well, because... I mean, a person like

laugh, though it lacked any real amusement. "Really?