NovelEnglishChapter 902 Chapter 902: But in the depths of sleep, an old dream found her again. A child's soft, innocent voice echoed-"Mommy..." She hadn't had this dream in a long time. Back when she was recovering from her gunshot wound, she had dreamed of this every night—a child calling out for her, only for the dream to end in bright red blood.
The pain of it all had been so unbearable that she had fought against sleep itself, fearing the moment she would close her eyes and be forced to relive it. Now, even though she had been free of it for so long, it had found her again. Her pulse quickened as she tried to wake up, her mind rejecting the dream, not wanting to endure it. But she was trapped, unable to break free.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe was too resistant and didn't realize that the overall tone of this dream was peaceful, unlike those terrifying dreams before. Her body refused to move, and for a moment, it felt as if she was sinking suddenly... before she gasped awake.
Carrie's chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She took a deep breath of the cool air, her senses adjusting to the real world again. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the room—the sleep aid spray she had used before bed.
Her sleep had been too light lately, and she had worried about waking too easily. So, she had used the spray to help her. Maybe that was why she had been trapped in the dream.
Carrie sat up, running a hand over her forehead. Her skin was cold and damp with sweat. Without hesitation, she reached for the bedside table, pulled out the spray bottle, and tossed it into the trash can.
Then, she heard something-two men talking outside the door. Her brows furrowed. Daxton wasn't the type to bring friends home. Had her cousins cto visit? The room was well soundproofed, and she could only hear the muffled sounds of their voices. She couldn't tell who they were or what they were talking about.
Lãf€$f ChAptërŞ In GałnøvelŞ.cơm Carrie pulled out a wet wipe and ran it over her damp face and neck, then grabbed a hairpin and twisted her hair into a messy bun. Securing it loosely, she pushed open the door-and stopped in her tracks. Kyson was sitting on the sofa, casually leaning back as Daxton placed a cup of coffee in front of him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKyson noticed Carrie standing there. He immediately stood up. His dark eyes brightened, filled with something between joy and hesitation. "Carrie, you're awake?" His voice was warm, careful. "Did I wake you?" Carrie shook her head. "No," she replied. "I just had a nightmare." Daxton and Kyson both stiffened. Then, at the stime, they asked, "How so?" "What nightmare?” Carrie waved a hand, brushing off their concern. "It's nothing." She didn't want to revisit that dream—not now. Instead, she smoothly changed the subject. "Kyson, what brings you here?" She walked toward the sofa, her movements relaxed but curious.
Kyson's gaze followed her, a faint smile on his lips. "I heard from Marina that you need a dress for the awards ceremony. This might be your first award." He paused, then added, "A friend of mine is a designer, and I happened to stop by his place and pick one up."
Carrie blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Before she could respond, Daxton smoothly stepped in. The porridge is done,” he said. "I'll bring you some. You should eat something. And I'll make you al relaxing herbal tea."
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