Chapter 101

Morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows into the room, landing on a corner of the large bed, and Alston's lips twitched as he opened his eyes. With the curtains drawn, the light was intense, causing his eyes to squint before adjusting to the brightness filtering in from outside. His forehead throbbed slightly, and Alston reached up to touch it, grazing the wound, which made him inhale sharply, freezing in place. Rubbing his temples, his gaze fell on the white fabric around his wrist, and his pupils constricted suddenly, prompting him to sit up abruptly. Before going to sleep, Alston distinctly remembered changing into a dark robe! Alston scrutinized the white shirt on him, noting how perfectly it fit him, tailored and stylish, undoubtedly crafted by his favorite designer. A shadow crossed his eyes. In the master bedroom on the third floor, it was only him and Cecilia, and Alston knew who must have changed his clothes. Alston reached to touch it, noticing some buttons undone. A s