Nicole held her breath for a long time before she dared to turn around and catch her breath.
Her pounding was getting weaker, but she still leaned against the wall and kept striking.
Neither of her phones had any signal.
She was really desperate.
"Why is it taking so long? She won’t become a fool, right?”
It was a familiar voice.
"Bullsh*t! You bastard, how dare you say that about your sister?! I'll smack you to death!”
"My dear father, I flew for more than ten hours to come back. You didn't even hug me and scold me as soon as you opened your mouth?"
"Get out, out, out-"
Nicole heard the noisy and familiar voices intermittently.
It was as if there was a great force that pulled her back.
Her consciousness drifted awake.
The bright sunlight shone outside the window, and the branches swayed.
Nicole squinted her eyes and tried to move.
However, her hand was squeezed tightly, and she could not pull it back at all.
Nicole loosened her strength and opened her eyes to see who that person was.
Clayton sat there with his handsome face and gentle temperament. His eyes stared unblinkingly at her as if he was afraid of missing any movement.
There was a faint but dark shadow under his eyes, and he looked a little tired.
Upon closer look, he seemed to appear slightly cold.
Nicole let out a mumble, and Clayton immediately jolted up and snapped back to his senses.
He instantly came up to her. "Are you awake? Nicole, d o you remember me?”
Nicole had never seen this eager and flustered look on Clayton before.
All along, Clayton had been calm and collected, never showing his emotions outwardly.
Nicole blinked. She felt a little dizzy, and she looked around in confusion.
The furnishings around looked somewhat familiar.
It was the Stanton Mansion.
Clayton cupped her face with both hands carefully.
His tone was soft as if he was afraid of frightening her.
"Nicole, I'm Clayton. Don't you remember?”
Nicole frowned.
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