y Stu
Chapter 1018
In a particular castle in Lostaria, Johanna had a nightmare.
She dreamed that Timothy's and Asel's figures grew increasingly blurry before her. No matter how much she cried out to them, they didn't respond.
The pain of losing the people she loved was like a knife to her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.
“Timothy...” she mumbled. Suddenly, she jolted awake.
Her forehead was dotted with sweat, and she gasped for breath. When her vision gradually became clear and she made out the vintage canopy in front of her, she calmed down again.
It wasn't a dream, and I'm not dead either.
She could feel her lips cracking as thirst swept over her. Sitting up from the bed, she propped her hands against the bed. The excruciating agony shooting up her left shoulder had her sucking in a breath, her face contorting in pain.
Just as she was sitting up from the bed slowly, the bedroom door was pushed open. Zephyr stepped in, dressed in black from head to toe.
He had a stately aura, but his purple eyes carried a trace of domineering coldness.
Upon seeing that Johanna was awake, he strode over and helped her up carefully, brushing off the messy strands of hair stuck to her cheek with his fingers.
“Are you hungry?”
Smacking his hand away, Johanna picked up the glass of water on the bedside table and drank half of it.
Zephyr glanced at his hand that was smacked away. Surprisingly, he didn't fly off his handle. When Johanna was done drinking and put the glass down, he leaned over and kissed away the drop of water beside her mouth.
Disgust rose within Johanna at the smell of him. If it weren't for the fact that she hadn't any energy, she really wanted to bite him to death.
Johanna shot her hands out and pushed him away.
Zephyr merely picked up the landline on the bedside table and made a call to the first floor, ordering the housekeeper to deliver lunch up.
Then he carefully placed Johanna in the wheelchair and wheeled her into the bathroom. He helped her brush her teeth and wash her face before wiping her down.
A hot towel meticulously rubbed past her slender arms and fingers, but her left shoulder was throbbing and would smart with the slightest movement, so she had no choice but to allow the man to do it.
After washing her up and wheeling her back to the bedroom, Zephyr placed her back onto the bed and slipped off one of the straps of her nightgown. She suffered a gunshot wound, and the bandage went under her armpit before circling back to her shoulder.
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