CHAPTER 62
Commander Robert hadn't been the same. He had tried his best to see Grace the same way as before, but it just didn't work. And Parkston, to him, wasn't just some ordinary person.
Meanwhile, Grace had been struggling to pretend that everything was fine, especially now that she was starting to feel more frequent, electric sensations building at her fingertips. Seeking consultation from Robert might have helped, but that was officially off her to-do list.
She stood up from the ornate bed, determined not to let the recent events weigh her down any further. She needed fresh air, some sort of comfort. But just as she rose, the door swung open immediately, though nothing and no one had touched it.
"This has happened before," she said aloud.
The more steps she took toward the door, the wider it swung open. This time, no one was present to witness it. She shut it forcefully and returned to sit on the bed, only for it to fall open again.
