Chapter 357

My head snapped up to look at him, and now I could see him clearly. Ashton’s face, that usually so composed and handsome face, was streaked with blood. A scream tore out of me. I was sitting up in bed, the sheets tangled around me, my back slick with cold sweat. I stared at the empty space by the bed. Sunlight was streaming through the windows. The gentle hum of the air conditioning filled the room. No blood. No Ashton. Just a dream. I pressed a hand to my racing heart, wiping my forehead with the other. ‘Mrs Laurent? Is everything alright?’ A maid’s voice came from the other side of the door, followed by a soft knock. ‘I’m fine,’ I managed, my voice a bit shaky. I felt clammy and unsettled. ‘Could you run a bath for me, please?’ A few minutes later, I was sunk deep in the bubbling water of the massage tub. My body had stopped trembling, but my mind wouldn’t quiet down. The dream was ridiculous, but the panic felt real. I knew he was probably already out of the country, but I needed to