Chapter 888 Bianca's Sick

When Malcolm left, Bianca returned upstairs, but she couldn't continue sleeping.

Despite her internal struggles during the day, she knew she couldn't escape. Yet, when the man's chilling aura enveloped her just now, she still had the instinct to recoil.

She wanted to flee!

But she knew that if she succumbed to that urge now, she would spend the rest of her life running away.

And she didn't want that!

Already restless and unable to sleep, Bianca was further agitated when she heard commotion downstairs two hours later.

Though not loud, it was enough to catch her attention. Once again, she got up. She slipped on her robe because she didn't know who it could be. Being cautious, she grabbed a bottle of pepper spray before stepping out.

As she stepped out, she felt the bone-chilling cold. It was impossible to feel warm without heating, especially after that scumbag broke her window.

With the window broken, the warmth from inside had rapidly dissipated. Now, the ground floor was f