Chapter 96

Bellamy's brows furrowed even tighter, cold sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. She kept mumbling under her breath, clearly trapped in a nightmare. Fraser gently patted her back, his voice soft and warm, "Bellamy, wake up... it's just a bad dream." She didn't wake, but the tension in her breathing eased bit by bit. Her eyebrows gradually relaxed. Nestling her small face closer into his chest, she slowly fell back to sleep. The hospital room lapsed into silence. The tenderness Fraser had just shown started to fade from his chiseled features. He gently tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ear and stared at the painful swelling on her face with an icy gaze. His expression didn't falter, but his eyes-deep and shadowed-were already burning with a deadly anger. ***** When Bellamy woke up, Fraser wasn't by her side anymore. She quickly sat up, just about to get out of bed when the door opened and he walked in carrying a breakfast tray. "Good timing. Go freshen up first, then come