Chapter 64: The pain you’re holding
The next morning, Layla jolted awake, her sleep shattered by the same haunting nightmare that had plagued her repeatedly.
In it, Orabela had shoved her into the water, watching coldly as she struggled, helplessly sinking beneath the surface. The vivid image lingered in her mind as she sat up abruptly, placing a shaky hand on her forehead, her fingers gripping her hair tightly.
Her breaths came in deep, uneven gasps as she tried to shake off the lingering fear.
"Why am I having this nightmare again?" she murmured, frustration lacing her voice as she glanced down at herself.
Slowly, memories from the previous night began to resurface, flooding her thoughts. A deep blush crept onto her cheeks as images of their intimate moments filled her mind—every touch, every kiss, the pleasure that had consumed her. However, the last step was still missing. A call came and after that, Lucius left somewhere.
"Oh gosh! What am I even thinking about first thing in the morning?" Layla muttered to herself, shaking her head in an attempt to clear the thoughts.
She lightly patted her cheeks as if to snap herself out of it. Her eyes instinctively darted around the room, searching for Lucius. Where was he?
Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, she noticed it was nearly seven. Putting away the duvet, she got down from the bed and tied her hair into a bun before stepping into the washroom.
After her hot bath, Layla stepped into the bedroom, a towel wrapped snugly around her as steam clung to her skin. Just then, the door creaked open, and Lucius entered, his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths, still slightly winded.