Chapter 133

The room was dimly lit, the soft amber glow of the lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Ayleen had just switched off the main lights and nestled herself under the warm covers. Her head sank into the plush pillow, her body aching for sleep after a long day. Midnight had long passed, and Murat was still nowhere to be seen. Tired of waiting for him, she decided to let her fatigue take over.

She was almost lost to the haze of slumber when the door creaked open, and she caught a glimpse of his figure stumbling into the room.

Is he drunk again? she wondered groggily, her eyes half-open. The thought jolted her awake, and she sat upright on the bed, watching him amble toward the bathroom. Her gaze fell on the blazer he carelessly threw to the floor. Sighing, she rose to pick it up, but the moment her fingers touched the fabric, a cold, wet sensation prickled her skin.

Her breath hitched. Blood.

The right sleeve of his blazer was soaked in it. Dropping t