Chapter 132: A Long Forgotten Promise
Naomi knelt on the bed, glancing around. Everything was blurry. The walls, the room—everything except the long black hair she was trying to weave with her fingers, as if playing some kind of game with its silkiness. She stared at the strands, the way they glimmered in the soft light, and realized... she wasn’t in control of her own body.
Her lips moved, but she hadn’t willed them to. Was it a dream? Yes, it had to be. But then, how was it so real? Why did it feel so... familiar?
She turned, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The place felt familiar, yet strangely distant, as if she had known it once but forgotten. To the side, she noticed a small black vase, delicate and unassuming, sitting quietly on a table. The soft glow of the room reflected off its smooth surface, almost beckoning her attention.
Then, a deep voice broke the silence.
"I’m glad you liked the gift."
Naomi smiled before responding, her voice light with affection. She didn’t recognize this man, yet there was a sense of comfort in his presence, an undeniable pull toward him.
"Why wouldn’t I love a gift from my dear husband, hmm?" The words slipped out almost naturally, as if she had spoken them countless times before.
She leaned in as the man finally turned toward her. His face was blurry, yet the only thing she could see clearly was his hair—long, dark, and silky. It flowed like liquid night, catching the faint light in the room, a feature so striking that Naomi couldn’t take her eyes off it.
"I’m really in love with this hair of yours," she murmured, her fingers almost instinctively moving to touch the dark strands.
The man chuckled, the sound unsettlingly familiar.
Why does this voice sound so familiar?