The bedroom and the guest room were divided by just a single wall. Her heart had slowly turned cold. Just as the light was pulled down past the horizon by the encroaching night, everything had disappeared.
Vespera had showered and was lying on the bed, prepared to drift off to sleep. She closed her eyes, attempting to steady her breathing.
Yet, just as she was on the verge of slumber, a particular male charmer slowly began to infiltrate her thoughts. He stirred her heart and even disrupted her breath. In frustration, she rolled onto her side.
At the same time, she reminded herself to stop thinking about him. The following day, she would adopt a new mantra, which was to be tough-hearted!
She convinced herself as she thought. "Exactly! He was just a man who had been attractive and smelled nice, and she had liked him on a few occasions. I certainly wouldn't have been upset or concerned about him! It's time to sleep!"
Cuddling the pillow, she settled into the most comfortable position and drifted off to sleep.
48 minutes later… The bed shook. Without any prior indication, the woman who had been lying still jolted upright in bed.
Her eyes appeared dull and vacant. Her hair was disheveled, and she gazed forward with an unfocused stare, as if something had taken control of her.
After sitting on the bed for some time, she got up and left the room. She snatched the car keys, and hurried toward the door.
She was so furious, ready to lose her temper at any moment. If she hadn't managed to open the door on time, she might have kicked it down in her fury. The "human volcano" exited the house.
She was sprinting toward the elevator when a glimpse of something black in the elevator doorway made her halt abruptly.
Outside the door, Dominic sat on his suitcase and leaned against the wall. His arms were folded over his chest, and his eyes were as icy as a snow-capped peak enveloped in thick evening mist. His gaze carried an air of chill, akin to a layer of fog.
Yet, when this cold mist encountered the volcano, it faded into a gentle morning glow. Simultaneously, the volcano was soothed by this well-timed rain from above. Their gazes locked, and a gentle, sweet scent slowly enveloped the surroundings.
At the stroke of midnight, as if their souls were caught between ice and fire, it felt like a fragrant fruit had just burst open, refreshing the entire world. Breathing became easier.
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