When Claire opened her eyes, her eyes spotted the white ceiling first.
''A nightmare?'' Her mind felt fuzzy and the certain events coursed inside it in a blur, making her believe that she just had the absurd dream of the year.
Lily. Maven. Marriage. Baby. Archer. Elvina. Accident. Hospital. Hah~
She scoffed.
There was no link—
But suddenly, she stiffened.
The ceiling of her mansion was definitely not this boring white and the smell of disinfectants was not the scent she preferred.
And her bed did not feel like this.
Claire tilted her head to the side and her eyes widened when she saw a certain man sitting there on the chair beside the hospital bed.
His eyes were closed and she could see his lashes curling over his cheek. His face was slightly pale but that made him look like some handsome vampire.
Maven. He was right next to her.
