Olivia Jenkins was asleep, the kind of sleep that only made her feel more tired, as if she was drifting between consciousness and dreams.
Groggy and confused, her heavy eyelids fluttered open and she woke up in a dazed state.
She lazily moved her body, trying to turn over while battling the drowsy remnants in her eyes.
Instantly, a pang of discomfort shot through her, jolting her into full alertness.
Her body felt disjointed and put back together, aching and hurting all over. It was unbearable!
She initially wanted to get up, but now, she just lay motionlessly on the bed, not daring to move any further.
A resentful look in her eyes, eyebrows creased... all demonstrated Olivia's disgruntled state.
"Ahhh… Daniel Marshall, I want to kill you!"
"Daniel Marshall, you're a bastard! A rogue! You're shameless! I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"
