Serena had a feeling that Black Jack was now fixated on kidnapping Nicholas.
She sent a reply: [I'll talk it over with my friend tomorrow. Going to bed now.]
Then she quickly logged out of the private network, put her phone down, and went to sleep.
However...
That night, she had a particularly bizarre dream.
In the dream.
Black Jack's words-light bondage,' 'take what you want,' 'snatch him'-swirled like
a vortex before her eyes.
Finally, they merged with Nicholas's face.
In a dimly lit basement.
Cold iron chains bound Nicholas's wrists and ankles.
He was slumped against the wall like a discarded doll.
His black shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the sharp line of his jaw and his powerful, well-defined collarbones..
His refined, almost demonic face lacked its usual lazy arrogance.
Instead, it held a look of... nearly humiliating restraint.
His head was thrown back, his expression that of a pure, defiant victim.
And there she stood, dressed in black leather, looming over him. The leather whip in her hand tilted his chin up, forcing her to admire his stubborn, unyielding face. “Tell me, do you like me or not?"
***
Serena practically jolted awake from the dream.
She sat bolt upright, gasping for breath, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
She covered her face, feeling her cheeks burn.
The chaotic scenes from the dream were replaying in her mind, frame by frame, like a movie.
She scrubbed her face hard.
It was all Black Jack's fault!
Saying all that crazy stuff, making her have such a weird dream!
Just then, a knock came at her door.
That same low, lazy voice from her dream sounded from the other side. "Serena are you awake? Fiona made breakfast
Serena's eyes widened.
She stared at the closed door.
It's over, it's over!
There was no way she could face Nicholas today!
Just hearing his voice...
She instinctively recalled the dream where she'd ruthlessly claimed Nicholas as her
own.
It was all that troublemaker Black Jack's fault!
But, remembering they were now
living under the same roof,
Lhim forenew
she couldn't ayoran
Gontent
She could run, but she couldn't hide.
She scrubbed her face hard again, got up, and went to open the door.
When the door opened.
The tall, elegant man stood in the doorway, his blindingly handsome face filling her vision.
At this angle, the golden morning sun cast a halo around him.
The hazy light...
Made his face seem even more bewitching.
He was wearing simple loungewear, but it couldn't hide his innate air of lazy nobility. Seeing Serena open the door, his thin lips curved into his usual lazy, devilish smile.
"Serena-"
His voice, laced with a smile, was tinged with a morning hoarseness.
It was magnetic and pleasant to the ear.
Serena's mind uncontrollably overlapped this voice with his voice from the dream.
And just then, her gaze happened to fall on the open collar of his shirt.
The scandalous images from her dream...
Came rushing back into her mind like a runaway horse-cold iron chains wrapped around the man's well defined collarbones, tracing the firm lines of his muscles...