'Was it just a dream?'
Arabella checked the empty spaces of her bed where Ferdinand would have sat or laid. No part of her bed felt warm aside from what she occupied.
The beddings would have creases and wrinkles too if he sat or laid down. It wasn't.
Raymond had stopped prohibiting Ferdinand from entering her room so her husband may have visited but she was asleep.
But there was no sign of him.
Maybe she was just imagining it.
Then, she recalled, if Ferdinand did visit her, he may have left traces on her body. She could barely recall a soft touch on her lips and breasts. Her husband could have done something last night.
In her past life, she had experienced several times waking to Ferdinand doing pervy things to her body while she was asleep.
Those were on the times she thought he wouldn't visit her chambers but she would wake up in the middle of the night feeling hot and tingly because of his way of waking her up.
