Neither Nicholas apologized for his mistake, nor Abigail had any desire to talk to him. She continued to sulk in her room, depressed because she had made a terrible choice in the past.
She curled up in her blanket and fell asleep, still thinking about how her life would have turned out had it been Asher instead of her husband. But then again, her thoughts again transferred toward her icy cold husband's handsomeness that she had witnessed and thought she was so fortunate to marry such a man.
Feeling conflicted, her dreams weren't steady. By the time she woke up from the sound of the door, she forgot her dreams and vaguely felt that what she dreamt of was probably something important.
She sat there and stared at the wall for a whole minute, still trying hard to remember her dream, but she failed. So she shrugged it off and hopped off the bed, heading toward the door. She rubbed her hair and made it look like a bird's nest, terribly messy.
