Chapter 1102: Chapter 1112: Cold Sweat on the Forehead, Trembling Fingertips
She shouted at him, shouting loudly, an unprecedented roar.
He was suddenly pushed by her, hitting the edge of the bed. His severely injured body couldn’t hold up any longer and collapsed...
"Jose Floyd! You..." She suddenly stepped forward, instinctively wanting to check his wound and rescue him. Wade’s figure flashed in her mind, she paused. Looking at the person on the bed without any sign of blood in his face, she bit her lip, her teeth trembling as she coldly said, "Jose Floyd, this is the debt you owe... Jose Floyd, if you want to collect a debt, come as a ghost to haunt me. Whatever torture, I’ll endure it."
She turned around and fled toward the door.
This time, she walked quickly, stumbling, her steps extremely unsteady.
She didn’t dare look back at the person she had severely injured, didn’t dare check if he was still alive and breathing.
Stumbling as she exited the house, the blood in her palm hadn’t dried yet. She stopped a taxi, and only when the car door closed did she realize her whole body was trembling.
Her palm was full of his blood, the chill rising, causing her lips and teeth to quiver uncontrollably.
"It’s all over..." She sat in the backseat of the taxi, closed her eyes, and murmured tremblingly.
Her fingers tightened in her palm, crystal tears slid silently down her cheeks.
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In the room on the second floor of the Seys Family.
Nicole’s dream was revisiting the night she never dared to recall.
That night, she didn’t dare look back. Yet tonight, it clearly echoed in her dream.
"Jose Floyd!" Nicole screamed and suddenly sat up.
In the pitch-black room, with no light on, only her heavy, fearful breaths echoed in the silent space.
Nicole reached out to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
She reached out, turned on the bedside lamp, letting the room brighten a bit.
As she pulled her hand back, her gaze fell on her fingers, clearly seeing them quivering.
In the dream, that night, her right hand was covered in blood, all his blood...
Nicole got out of bed, her legs somewhat weak as she walked into the bathroom to wash her face with cold water, trying to calm her mood slightly.
She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself, her expression somewhat dazed.
"Five years, really changed a lot of things. Back then, I was naive and ignorant, yet under his tutelage, I became his woman."
Nicole looked at her face in the mirror, watching as a bitter smile emerged from the corner of her lips.
"Just yesterday, I told Ariel that I’ve already forgotten the past, and now I’m startled awake by memories of the past. This slap comes too quickly."
When Nicole returned to bed, her state had somewhat adjusted. Scared awake by the dream, unable to fall asleep, she decided to grab the phone beside her bed to browse the news.
Only to find a few messages.
Two were from Steven Cooper.
"Nicole, are you asleep? I suddenly got insomnia. Today at the Seys Family, I was very happy, but I think you seem to have something on your mind."
"It seems you’re asleep, so goodnight. Also, my parents really, really like you. If you have any opinions about this marriage, just let me know, I’ll talk to them."
Nicole looked at the time the messages were sent, three hours ago. She wanted to reply, but decided against it, Steven must be asleep by now, it’s past two in the morning.
Another message was from an unsaved number, but just one glance and Nicole recognized the owner of the number.
Too familiar, that number, etched in her heart.
It was him—Jose Floyd.
Having just dreamt about him, now awake, Nicole saw his message, stirring a wave of irritation and inexplicable emotions within her...
