Chapter 29

Beatrice didn't know when she fell asleep. Since entering the prepared room, she couldn't immediately doze off. There were many things she did to make her body tired, like pacing around the room. From her room, the door consisting of wide glass led directly to the shoreline. The dimly lit lamps created a unique decoration that Beatrice could feel.

Although it was beautiful, there wasn't a single thing she could enjoy.

Her feelings were in chaos. The sound of gunfire continued to resonate. She didn't know why her fear was so great, especially for Sam's safety.

By the time the clock in the room struck eleven at night, which meant Beatrice had been waiting for Sam's return for over five hours, the man had not yet come back.

"Where is he?" she whispered. She curled up, hugging the available pillow.

Don't ask how Beatrice could feel like this. She hadn't forgotten the insults, the hatred, the annoyance, the anger, and how Sam was far from being a good person.