Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee by Lily Foster

Chapter 216 The One in the Dream

Lines of data codes flashed rapidly across the screen. Although Aylin couldn’t decipher their specific meanings, she recognized that this was IT hacking technology.

The man before her seemed to be teaching, her something “Here, give it a try yourself.” The man carefully instructed.

And it seemed as if her body was acting on its own accord, her hands automatically typing away on the keyboard.

She wanted to get closer to see the man’s face clearly and ask who he was, but her hands and feet seemed to be controlled, unable to move at all.

The man’s praise was pleasant to hear, “You’ve done very well. In just a few short months, you’ve already surpassed your master.”

“Of course!” she heard her own voice filled with joy and ambition, “After all, you admire strong people, so I must strive to be even better than you!”

He was rendered speechless.

After struggling intensely, she couldn’t act according to her will in the dream. Instead, it was Aylin who completely woke up from the dream.

She sat up in bed, her long hair draped over her shoulders, panting for breath.

Upon raising my head, I realized that the sky had already begun to brighten. Surprisingly, this dream had lasted the entire night.

Upon touching my weary eyes, I surprisingly find the corners damp, with traces of unshed tears lingering above.

Aylin felt as if she was in another world, her entire being floating as if she was no longer part of the mortal realm. It took her a while to snap out of her dreamlike state and realize that something was amiss.

She had no recollection of the man in her dream, yet their interactions were inexplicably intimate. Just a few words exchanged between them were enough to fill Aylin with a sense of inexplicable sorrow, leaving her overwhelmed with melancholy.

How strange…

Even so, the man kept calling her “Ayl” affectionately, which was too intimate. Robert had never called her that way before.

Who is this person?

it out, her mind disturbed for no apparent reason. Unable to sleep, she decided to get

long hair was already tied into a gentle, casual low ponytail. She wore a soft knitted cardigan, and the housekeepers made way for her

immediately noticed her pale complexion. He hurried over and said,

at him, “Good morning,

help but worry for her. “Ms. Koch, you don’t

rubbed her forehead and said, “Hmm, I don’t know why, but lately, I’ve been

heard Mr. Gardner mention that Ms. Koch has been suffering from insomnia lately. Have you been under

was well aware of the importance

didn’t want John to

rubbing his hands together. “How about I make some nerve-calming celery soup for Ms. Koch tonight?

thought of something else that could calm her nerves – a

I have a solution.” Aylin

help me prepare some perfume

Koch wants to make

up. “Great, great! Perfume making was something you were

no big deal, I learned all this from

been living with the Koch family for many years, and since he was just like

become slightly unfocused, as if thoughts had traveled to

but exclaim, “That’s true! Old Mrs. Koch’s skills in perfume making are unparalleled. I’ve never met

Koch comes from an aristocratic family background. Not only is she well-versed in literature and poetry,

woman, well-known both near

away early, and Lydia was unlike the typical wealthy young ladies. She was not at all delicate and, although a woman,

single-handedly supporting the entire Koch family with her child, was advised by some to remarry. However, she scolded them in return, displaying her strong will,

mastered the art of perfume making from

the back storeroom to take a look. He picked out a few commonly used perfume ingredients and carefully arranged them

the ones you frequently use. Please

on the table, feeling