The next morning, Arabella woke up in a strange room again.
Compared to the present condition, she felt her body was gaining back her strength.
She seemed to already recover her energy and for her, it was a good thing.
She heaved a sigh of relief.
Her breathing was fine now but she wasn’t sure if she was still alive.
The immense darkness was gone just like that.
Her eyes moved trying to figure out something.
Then she suddenly lifted her hand to touch her face.
She needed to feel the pain to know she was still living.
When she saw her arm, her eyes widened.
It was the only time she noticed that she had a drip again.
Arabella halted in fear as her eyes stared at the needle in her hand.
She was quickly taken aback as her memory brought her back to the time when she was held kidnapped by Damien.
Her memory in Damien’s room immediately flashed across her mind.
She wracked her brain trying to remember everything at that time.
