The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 213

The next morning.

Nora woke up on the massive double bed in the master bedroom, the headache from her hangover making her frown deeply as she raised a hand to rub her temples, slowly opening her eyes.

Last night, she seemed to have dreamt of St. Jude's again.

In that dimly lit room with water seeping through the peeling paint, the frail boy stood in front of her.

He turned his head, looking at her, his eyes appearing extraordinarily clear and bright in the dim light.

A sudden, heart-wrenching wail erupted from the courtyard outside, mixed with the whipping sound of a cane cutting through the air.

Hearing that sound, the boy's face changed instantly. He jerked his hand back, spun around, and charged out without hesitation.

Then, the scene skipped. The boy grabbed another girl's hand and strode out of those rusted iron gates, never once looking back at her.

Nora stood frozen, watching their retreating backs helplessly. She tried desperately to call out to him, but couldn't make a sound.

She just stood there in the freezing wind, watching him drift further and further away, until he vanished from her world completely.

Nora gasped sharply, shifting her slightly aching arms as her vision gradually came into focus.

She looked down at herself, only to find that the rain-soaked business suit she had been wearing was now swapped for a clean, soft set of silk pajamas.

Her skin felt fresh, clearly having been meticulously wiped down.

As her body fully awakened, the fragmented memories of last night rushed into her mind.

The noisy, chaotic tavern. The burning bite of the whiskey. The sensation of falling out of control. And that solid embrace carrying the chill of the rain and the familiar scent of pine.

Nora shot up into a sitting position.

That hadn't been a dream at all.

Gideon had actually gone to that remote tavern and brought her drunken self back to the villa.

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