Chapter 183

Dean was in his military uniform. His face was stern when the camera captured him standing upright and saluting, his eyes filled with passion. Slowly, she regained her composure and got out of bed. She looked over to the clock—it was five in the morning. She massaged her temples to ease her throbbing head. She tried recalling whatever that had happened last night but to no avail. The most important question was—why on earth did Dean bring her here? As she left her room, something grabbed her ankle. Summer dropped her gaze and saw an endearing white dog welcoming her lively. It had a round body, similar to its shiny dark eyes. She had an instant connection with the dog and carried it in her arms. The dog was as friendly as it could be, licking her palms with its tongue. Hearing the commotion, "I'm awake," said Dean. Summer nodded while tucking her hair behind her ears. "Why am I here?" she asked. He poured her a cup of warm water and proceeded to explain himself, "I have a n