Revenge is best served cold

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."

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

"Okay."

Sophie settled her mind.

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

taken all the Type A blood from the hospital

Sophie's finger in

Could it be...

Nichole?

threw off the covers and

in the morning light. He was focused on making the soup, each movement showing his inexperience and awkwardness. Sophie's gaze involuntarily fell on James'

James had never cooked for her. Who could expect a man who didn't love

me do it,"

of bed? Go back and

James, saying, "Your phone kept ringing just now. It must have been Colt calling.

handed the phone

the phone, and James realized the seriousness of the

off the stove, saying, "Soup should be simmered