Chapter 289

When Angelina woke up, the only person beside her was Chester. Her thoughts were scattered, and she couldn't quite piece everything together. She remembered Louis trapping her and how cold she was inside that truck. The next instant, a warm hand enveloped hers, and a man's forehead rested softly against her knuckles. Angelina let out a long, shaky breath. She hadn't died. Thank God. She'd really thought that was the end of her life. "Chester…" The second she spoke, she realized how hoarse her voice was, like there was sand stuck in her throat. "Yeah? What is it?" "I want… water. Hot water." He nodded and finally let go of her hand. "I'll get it." By now, it was early the next morning. Since it had been a celebration banquet the night before, it hadn't been appropriate for the older generation to join in. So Isadora had found an excuse, telling Emily she'd gotten drunk and crashed elsewhere for the night. Emily gave her an earful, scolding her for being a young woman with no