Chapter 87: Silent Fears
Charlotte’s eyes felt heavy, but no matter how many times she tried to close them, she still couldn’t fall asleep.
Her mind was too loud, whispering all kinds of negative thoughts to her, as if it wouldn’t stop until she did something extreme to herself.
She wanted to talk to Emi, but it was almost midnight, and she didn’t want to disturb her.
With a soft groan, Charlotte finally sat up in bed, running her fingers through her hair in frustration, as if messing it up would somehow lighten the heavy weight pressing on her chest.
It felt strange.
She had been away from Julian for months, long enough to almost forget his existence. But now that his name had resurfaced, she couldn’t help but feel restless.
"Charlotte, the soup is ready."
Damon finally returned to the bedroom after being gone for nearly thirty minutes. His eyes immediately fell on her disheveled hair and the tension in her expression.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Setting the soup down on the table, he quickly moved closer to her, his gaze soft but filled with concern.
"What’s wrong, sweetheart?" he murmured, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Are you feeling upset again?"