My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1602

I wasn't sure if it was because Freya had been too solemn when she had advised me, or if it was because Sean had given me a hard time, I had a nightmare on the bed while waiting for Hendrix to return.

In my dreams, I was nailed onto a big piece of wood. The hall was filled with men looking like Sean. They pointed at me, saying that I was guilty, wanting to slaughter me into pieces. I wanted to struggle and escape, but my limbs were pierced by nails as thick as a finger. I felt unbearable pain just by breathing.

Suddenly, those men rushed toward me like psychopaths. They drank my blood and ate my flesh. I was in so much pain, but I couldn't cry out loud...

"Arianna? Arianna..."

A familiar, deep voice sounded in my ear. Instantly, I opened my eyes, and Hendrix's worried face appeared in front of me. I hugged him almost immediately.

The terrible dream was too realistic. I could still feel the pain of my body being torn into pieces. I was still gasping heavily when I hugged Hendrix's

sturdy chest.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Hendrix's voice was very soft, and he used his big hand to gently stroke me on my back.

It took a long while for me to calm down and finally let go of Hendrix. Our eyes met.

"What did you dream of?" Hendrix asked again.

"Nothing much," I said as I heaved a long sigh, still feeling the lingering fear. I didn't want to recall the dream again.

I turned to look at the window. The sun was already rising. Hendrix might have just returned.

"Sleep for a while. It's still early to go to the hospital," I said as I tugged at his sleeves. I was worried that he was too exhausted.

He said, "There's no need. I slept for two hours in the office. It's enough. I came back for a shower."