Isabel Smith opened her eyes groggily, and the light in her eyes was somewhat confused. Her consciousness was still dazed, and she looked at Percy Stanton with a vulnerable and frightened expression.
Percy lifted his hand and gently wiped the sweat on her forehead, his fingers caressing her face.
The light in Isabel's eyes gradually became clearer as she saw Percy's stunningly handsome face under the dim yellow light.
She furrowed her brows and gently moved her eyes, realizing that she was in a warm and solid embrace, not falling into an abyss as she had dreamed.
However, the feeling of falling in her dream had been so real that her scared heart hadn't calmed down yet. Her eyes still revealed some terror as she stared at Percy, breathing heavily.
"Had a nightmare?" Percy's voice sounded particularly tender in the quiet night: "What did you dream that scared you so much?"