Chapter 397

Chapter 397

Chapter 397



I can't remember exactly when my phone died, but I do recall being scooped up from the bathroom into Ernest's arms, feeling as if every bone in my body had turned to jelly.

I was so tired, too tired to even lift my eyelids. I curled up under the covers and fell asleep.

"Just rest for a bit. I'll make you some chicken soup," Ernest's husky voice murmured close to my ear.

I hummed in response and drifted off into sleep.

However, in my half-asleep state, I kept hearing my phone ringing.

But I didn't want to move, nor could I open my eyes. I groped around beside me, finding nothing.

"Ernest, Ernest..." I called out.

Ernest hurried over, bending down slightly, "What's up?"

My eyes remained closed as I continued, "My phone...it's so noisy."

"Hm?" He seemed not to catch what I said.

noisy,"

at first, but after a moment, he said, "Licia, you're dreaming. Your phone isn't making noise; it's

But what about the ringing I

instead to

drawing something. He was so focused he didn't

sat up and saw he

Grant Smith never gave him a hard time for not going to the

care of everything that

heart to

was up, and immediately came over, putting his

looked busy," I said,

our earlier lack of control, my

get you

need, I..." I stumbled over

on me,

baked apple. @ Whenever I had a sore throat, Lloved

this gourmet dried fruit shop in Seabreeze City that made the

for their baked apples, I

particular, which is probably why I had been fixated

thought,

to express my craving fora baked

"I hate

taste of

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