Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 468 - 470: Who is Cecilia Branford... Who is calling me
Harry curled up and peacefully closed his eyes.
Sophie watched him, speechless. Harry was getting ruder and ruder!
"Harry." Sophie stretched out her index finger and poked his head.
"MEOW." Harry swished his tail.
Sophie lifted him into the air. "Go find your master. I’m going to take a bath."
With that said, she put Harry aside and went into the bath chamber.
Harry pounced, but—BANG! He slammed headfirst into the door panel.
His chubby, round body slid down the door panel and collapsed on the ground.
His claws scratched stubbornly at the door panel as Harry howled desperately, "MEOW!"
After a comfortable bath, her exhaustion seemed to lessen a bit.
Sophie returned to the bedroom. When she thought about going to the Sahara Desert tomorrow, her entire being resisted. A vehement, resounding NO!
However, her opposition was useless. Thomas Shannon rarely changed his mind once it was made up.
She lay on the bed, spreading her limbs and taking several deep breaths, hoping for a good night’s sleep.
Please, no more torment from nightmares.
Her eyelids gradually grew heavy, and she slowly closed her eyes.
Fire. A raging fire, thick smoke rolling everywhere.
From God’s perspective, Sophie watched the fire as countless rescue personnel began to extinguish it.
Sobs and wails, shrill enough to pierce eardrums, filled the air.
Sophie suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain, so intense it drilled into her bones, and tears fell involuntarily.
From somewhere unseen, it felt as if someone was calling out to her—
"Cecilia."
"My Cecilia..."
Sophie’s heart felt as if it were being sliced by a knife. She raised her hands to cover her ears, looking around in horror. Who is Cecilia?
The scene abruptly changed to a castle resembling a palace. Its colored glass windows sparkled brilliantly in the light of the rising sun, radiating immense splendor.
Numerous unfamiliar faces flickered before her eyes.
The sound of crying still lingered in her ears.
"Cecilia..."
"Run, Cecilia..."
"Don’t look back, Cecilia..."
"Watch out, Cecilia..."
The images flipped rapidly. Pairs of hands, stained with dripping fresh blood, reached for her, trying to take her life.
"No... Don’t kill me... Please don’t!"
Sophie screamed and jolted upright in bed.
Covered in cold sweat, she stared blankly at a spot in the room, her heart still trembling. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
That pervasive fear, like a clinging shadow, still enveloped the tip of her heart.
She raised a hand, lightly touched her face, and felt the wetness of tears on her cheeks.
She raised her hands, clutched her head, and whispered sorrowfully, "Who is Cecilia...? Who is Cecilia...? Who is calling me...? Who is calling me?"
In pain, she curled herself into a ball and collapsed on the bed.
Tears unconsciously blurred her vision. She bit her lower lip in anguish, her head throbbing with pain.
Her head felt as if it were splitting apart. She couldn’t suppress her sobs, her whole body trembling.
"Don’t... Don’t call me... Don’t kill me..."
Sophie, seemingly still trapped in the nightmare, pleaded in agony.
Curled into a ball, her body trembled slightly. As the trembling intensified, she began to convulse.
"MEOW." Harry’s call came faintly through the door panel.
Sophie’s face was deathly pale. She whispered in anguish, "Don’t kill me... Don’t call me... I’m not Cecilia... I’m not..."
Outside the door, Harry heard her cries and scratched at the door relentlessly.
After scratching for a while, he turned and bolted towards the study room.
Thomas Shannon, who was conducting a ~*** conference, frowned when he saw Harry rush in and waved a hand, signaling for him to leave.
