Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 1185

Chapter 1185

Thomas wasn’t sure if it was just his Imagination, but this time, the headache felt worse than ever.

Even now, fully awake, the pain throbbed deep in his skull.

Instinctively, he reached up to touch his head and felt the rough texture of a bandage wrapped around it.

Then, like a floodgate opening, memories came rushing back. Thomas remembered everything.

The hereditary illness that haunted the Ferrero family was like a curse carved into their bones. When it struck, they lost control and became unaware of what they were doing. But when clarity returned, so did the memories of what they’d done.

Some had killed the people they loved most during those fits of madness. When they woke to the horror of it, their minds shattered beyond repair. Others chose to end their lives before that moment came.

It was, it seemed, the inevitable fate of every head of the Ferrero family. The sharper the mind, the faster it fell apart. Without exception.

Thomas’s expression darkened. He scanned the room around him.

The rain outside had stopped without him noticing. Sunlight spilled through the window. The light seemed to wrap Sharon in a pale glow, so beautiful it was almost unreal.

Her elbow rested on the edge of the bed, hand propping up her head. Her eyes were closed, her chin dipping little by little, as if she were dozing off. In truth, she wasn’t half–asleep; she had already drifted into slumber.

Thomas’s gaze lingered, taking in the faint bruise under her eyes, the weariness between her brows.

She hadn’t slept well. That much was clear.

He watched her in silence, for a long, long time.

Eventually, her arm, held too long in one position, began to waver.

Just as he instinctively reached out to steady her, Sharon’s eyes fluttered open.

Their gazes met. For a moment, both froze.

Then she was the first to move, picking up the desk lamp beside her. Her voice was soft.

“Thomas, are you feeling better?”

Thomas glanced at the lamp in her hand, then touched the bandage on his head, the corner of his mouth twitching.

He had no doubt–if his tone or his expression so much as shifted the wrong way, that lamp would come crashing down again.

“I’m feeling better,” he said. “Sharon, you can put the lamp down now.”

She studied his face. Whether it was from the blow or from the lingering pain, his complexion was still pale. But

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Chapter 1185

his eyes were clear, unlike yesterday’s wild confusion.

Satisfied, Sharon set the lamp within easy reach.

“Thomas,” she said, “what exactly is wrong with your head?”

Thomas lowered his long lashes, hiding the flicker of emotion in his eyes.

“Probably long–term insomnia,” he said. “It’s made me irritable.”

Sharon had heard stories like that–people driven mad after sleepless nights, snapping under the weight of exhaustion, doing things they couldn’t take back.

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