Chapter 31 Irresistible I
Liam’s eyes fluttered open, his vision slightly blurred as a dull, throbbing pain pulsed through his head, making it difficult to focus for a moment. His entire body felt heavy, as though weighed down by an unseen force, and for a second, he couldn’t quite remember how he had ended up in this position.
As he slowly sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair, the memories of what had happened before he blacked out started coming back to him—the fight, the bodies, Ann standing before him, the old man knocking on the door. He must have passed out shortly after that, his exhaustion finally catching up to him.
But as his eyes scanned the room, his brows furrowed in confusion.
Everything was clean.
The floor, which had been drenched in blood the last time he had seen it, was now spotless, gleaming under the light as if nothing had ever happened. The overturned furniture had been put back in place, and the broken pieces that had been scattered across the room were gone entirely, removed without a single trace left behind. It was as if the carnage from before had been nothing more than a bad dream, a twisted illusion that had vanished without a single remnant to prove its existence.
A faint sound reached his ears then—the steady rush of water running upstairs, the unmistakable sound of a faucet being used. His gaze instinctively shifted toward the staircase, and without thinking, he murmured her name.
"Ann..."
She must have been the one who had cleaned everything.
Liam exhaled, his body still feeling somewhat sluggish as he pushed himself off the couch. The headache still lingered, dull but persistent, a reminder of just how much he had overexerted himself. He knew his body was still adjusting to whatever changes the system had forced upon him, but the sheer level of fatigue he had experienced was unlike anything he had gone through before.
He made his way upstairs, each step feeling heavier than usual, and entered his room. His hand instinctively reached for the small bottle of painkillers resting on his nightstand. He popped the cap off and shook two pills into his palm before tossing them into his mouth, hoping for some relief.
But the moment the pills touched his throat, an overwhelming nausea surged through him, a sharp, unnatural reaction that caused his entire body to tense. His stomach twisted violently, and without warning, he gagged, spitting the pills out immediately as a bitter, acrid taste coated his tongue.