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."

I took your temperature just now. It's 101.3°F. I'll make you some soup, and I've left the

"Okay."

Sophie settled her mind.

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 for

who had taken all the Type A blood

ring from Sophie's finger in the

Could it be...

Nichole?

off the covers and went

was especially gentle in the morning light. He was focused on making the soup, each movement showing

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

me do it,"

out of bed? Go back and

the smartphone from the nightstand to James, saying, "Your phone kept

this, Sophie handed the phone to

missed calls on the phone, and James

should be simmered on low heat, or