Liliana lay on the hospital bed, her small face pale, her delicate brows knitted together in distress.
Even in her sleep, she seemed deeply unsettled.
She was trapped in that same old nightmare, the one that had forced her to face reality.
Once again, she was on a cold, sterile operating table, a doctor’s urgent voice shouting in her ear.
Her head throbbed, and a chill ran through her entire body. She felt utterly alone, yet... not completely.
The dream had shifted slightly.
This time, she felt a strong, warm hand gripping her icy one, holding on for dear life. The hand was trembling, as if gripped by a terrible fear.
She couldn’t open her eyes, but she could vaguely sense someone kneeling by her side, pleading with heaven.
What is he pleading for?
She couldn’t make out the words. Frowning, she struggled to open her eyes, but her vision remained a blur. With a final effort, she managed to catch a few words, a desperate, trembling plea.
“Liliana...”
“Please...”
“Don’t leave me...”
Liliana’s eyes flew open.
For a moment, she was disoriented. The first thing that came into focus was Linton’s devastatingly handsome face.
Liliana’s eyelid twitched.
Disgusted, she squeezed her eyes shut again and turned her head away, not wanting to look at him.
What a damned nuisance.
Resigned but defiant, Liliana knew she couldn't hide some things forever, but she wasn’t ready to face them.
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