Chapter 565

Suddenly, Sophie opened her eyes, breaking out in a cold sweat.

James was beside her, wringing out a damp towel. He turned to see Sophie awake and asked, “Do you want to eat something?”

Sophie’s heart filled with greater terror at the sight of James, and she instinctively stepped back, a movement James noticed.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

It was a nightmare, indeed. In her dream, Sophie felt as though she had returned to a past life. She was a ghost in a world where she had already died!

When she saw her own gravestone, the agony of dying on the operating table seemed to sweep through her body once again.

“James, I… Sophie attempted to speak, but James cut her off with a look.

He frowned and silently reminded Sophie with his eyes. There. Are. Cameras

Sophie tried calming her emotions, managing a weak smile, saying, “Yeah, it was a nightmare.”

“You have a fever. I took your temperature just now It’s 101,3°F. I’ll make you some soup, and I’ve left the medicine on the table.”

“Okay.”

settled her

recalling her dream. If that was truly about her life after death in a past life, then why had James spoken of seeking vengeance for her?

the Type A blood

Sophie’s

Could it be…

Nichole?

the covers and went downstairs.

light. He was focused on making the soup, each movement showing his inexperience and awkwardness. Sophie’s

cooked for her. Who could expect a man who didn’t love her to cook for

it,” Sophie said

nd rest.

out of bed?

phone kept ringing just now. It must have been Colt

the phone

many missed calls

realized the seriousness of the

‘Soup should be simmered on low heat,

I order takeout.” As James said

laugh. She tasted a spoonful. The soup was bitter. Sophie made a pained expression. Fortunately, she hadn’t tasted this in

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