Her voice was hoarse, pleading intermittently. The aura he exuded made her so terrified, yet she barely understood what she had done wrong to be treated this way.
Just as she never understood why Eric Candi disliked her from the very beginning...
Even with her constitution, Philip Shaw managed to make her faint.
It was like being trapped in a familiar nightmare, where she felt a trace of despair.
*
When Aldana Candi woke up, the sky was already faintly light.
The door was still wide open, and the cold wind had long dispersed the lingering smell in the room.
The whole studio apartment was filled with the scent of cold wind; Philip Shaw had already left.
She slowly sat up from the bed, somewhat dazedly spreading her hands, looking at the bruises on her body.
So, it wasn't a dream?
Or maybe she was still submerged in the nightmare, never having truly awakened from it.
Even when he left, he didn't even bother to cover her with a blanket, leaving her frozen, icy cold all over.
