Ch - 48 Envelope

Ashley's POV:

I wake up to the smell of fresh croissants and omelets, along with the delicious aroma of coffee.

My nostrils are in heaven, and so am I… I don't know if it was a dream where Ethan had somehow saved me from the jaws of death and also threatened to kill me himself, or was it reality…

It did feel like a fever dream, for sure…

“If you are awake, then come and finish your breakfast. Hurry up, or you'll only get a few minutes to pack whatever you might need from here. We are moving back.”

I hear Ethan's voice from somewhere nearby, and finally open my eyes to find him sitting in the same room. Beside the large window overlooking the farmhouse, there is a small coffee table, and there he is… sitting on the side chair with one leg crossed over the other.

So it wasn't fake, then. But, what about the feelings and sensations that I was experiencing… were they true, or were they, too, just a dream of mine…

My gaze dips down due to embarrassment, and this is when I notice that I'