Rebirth: Top Actress, Your Big Shot Husband is Jealous Again!

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1193:

The man lowered the car window, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the house by the roadside, motionless for a long time.

Mason took a puff, the tobacco scent filling his mouth, making his brain even clearer.

The smoke swirled around, blurring his vision.

Along with that rundown house, everything seemed a touch blurry.

In the haze, he seemed to see many unfamiliar scenes again, causing his head to throb with a dull pain.

When the cigarette burnt out, Mason raised his hand to flick the butt onto the ground, then opened the car door and stepped out.

He stood in front of the yard, pausing for a while.

Though he remembered nothing, it felt instinctual, making him somewhat resist and reject this place.

Like standing at the entrance now, his legs struggled to move forward.

His entire body resisted this place...

The more it was like this, the more certain he became that something must be wrong here.

Mason took a deep breath, his expression slightly cold, as he stepped into the yard, moving step by step toward the door.

He raised his hand, gently pushing open the door that was already ajar...

...

Perhaps because of Vivian Thornecroft, Bella Green had a nightmare.

Bella rarely had nightmares, even during this time of severe depression, she hadn’t had one.

But now, it was as if she had fallen into a nightmare.

Eight years ago, that was supposed to be her happiest year.

With her parents alive, though life was frugal, they were happy.

And with Vivian around at that time, she was very joyful.

But at this moment, her dream was a blood-red scene.

In the dim little house, the windows were sealed shut, leaving only a gap the size of half a palm.

Through that tiny gap, a pair of dark eyes stared intently at her, unblinking.

She couldn’t see his face, only those striking eyes.

Later, she was grabbed by a man and dragged into what seemed like a closed-off box of a house.

That was the first time she saw the inside of the house.

She remembered nothing, except for the blood.

Blood everywhere!

On the walls, the floor, even the tables.

She was scared out of her mind, crying loudly, struggling but unable to break free.

That’s when she first saw the owner of those eyes, sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes pitch black and terrifying, filled with anger and fear.

Yet, she couldn’t remember what he looked like.

Understandably, that kind of scene had petrified her, how could she possibly focus on his appearance?

The rest of the dream had nothing, only blood continuously dripping from the walls, scaring her to the point that even her breath was stifled.

Bella Green screamed awake, drenched in cold sweat, her heart still pounding, hard to calm.

Even though it was just a dream, it made her feel real fear.

But as she regained her senses, trying to recall the things from the dream...

The memories were somewhat blurred, the only thing she remembered was the vivid, vivid red.

Bella wanted to pour herself a glass of water, and as she moved, she realized her legs were weak.

She frowned, the agitation in her heart lingering, unable to dissipate.

Instead, it grew more disquieted, her whole being filled with anxiety and unease.

It felt as if something bad was looming.

Bella moved to the bedside, picked up a glass of water, hoping to suppress the anxiety.

But before she could bring it to her lips, her hand slipped, and the glass fell to the ground, shattering into pieces...