Chapter 279

Her expression was unusually solemn, and her smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat as she was filled with fear. She was having a nightmare.

What kind of dream was it? What made her so scared?

Did she dream of the day at the mansion when she almost lost her life at Absalom’s hands?

He approached her again, and at the moment he stood by the bed, she anxiously raised her hand. She gripped his left hand tightly with her chilly little hand, and her delicate fingers touched the string of beads on his wrist.

He could feel her current uneasiness deeply at this time, perhaps due to the influence of the redwood beads. What exactly was going on?

Her anxious murmurings suddenly sounded again, “Wake up! Dimi, wake up!”

“Dimas, wake up!”

Dimi.

Dimas.

Dimas’ furrowed brows slowly relaxed a little, and he held her hand. It turned out that the dream that terrified her so much was about him.

He sat down by the edge of her bed, leaned in close, and whispered in her ear, “Your Dimi w