Ashton was looking rather intently at the scalded area. I mumbled in reply, “It’s much better! I’m fine!”

Ashton furrowed his brow. Without even asking, he took my bag and fumbled through it for the ointment. He then proceeded to apply it.

Ashton looked at me throughout the entire process. His gaze was unfathomable. “Is Armond better at this than I am?” he questioned.

Uncomfortable, I shifted my weight from foot to foot, then stammered, “It’s late, you…”

“Are you chasing me away?” Ashton demanded, his face growing murderous.

I took a deep breath, then nodded defiantly. “Yep. Or would you rather stay here?” I asked sarcastically.

“Can’t I?” Ashton challenged. His dark eyes bore into my soul.

Dumbfounded, I shrugged. “It’s up to you.”

Ashton thus remained in the villa. I did my best to ignore him and headed up to my own bedroom.

When Armond was back from sending Nora home, he’d naturally deal with Ashton.

After my shower, I’d completely put aside all thoughts of Ashton. It was almost ten at night, so I blow-dried my hair, read a little, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

The rain came without warning. It was a chilly autumn night, and droplets pattered rhythmically onto the ground. A frosty wind blew into the bedroom, and I woke up with a shiver.

my way over to

by the deafening clap of thunder, filled the room. Petrified, I

however, I ran right into the arms of the chaise lounge beside

knee and I crumpled to the

I cradled it for a long while. The open window was still waiting, and I tried to get up

turned it on, but the dim light only succeeded

that moment, in the middle of the storm, the villa seemed to be

since that traumatic incident with my baby, I’d always felt a sense of dread in the presence of rain and thunder. I was utterly vulnerable at the moment, incapacitated as I was with the elements blowing right

imagination was running wild and I began to tremble from terror. Valiantly, I tried multiple times to stand up with the support of surrounding furniture

floor and shattered. Its wan light

into a corner, I thought I could hear the

the mounting dread, the sadness I’d suppressed for so long noticed that I let my guard down and saw its chance. Physically and emotionally debilitated, I nearly

the faint light streaming into the room took on the appearance of blood seeping steadily across the

last bit

from beyond the

away! All of you, go

ball, my

the nightmare. My heart clung wildly to that voice. At that moment, the rest of the world

slowly. The light in the room had been switched on and the curtains neatly fastened. The window was now tightly

me. Don’t be afraid,” Ashton said again,

I peered at the person

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