Chapter 33

Beatrice let out a soft groan. Her body felt sore in almost every part. She couldn't tell what time it was, and she felt reluctant to open her eyes. If it weren't for the sunlight disturbing her, she would prefer to keep them closed.

Throughout the day, Sam hadn't allowed Beatrice to even open a window and enjoy the breeze outside. Because of this, Beatrice was determined that if Sam wanted it again, she would firmly refuse.

Her body needed some refreshment.

"Hey," she called out while pulling the blanket slightly to cover the upper part of her body.

The call made the man turn and chuckle. "Why cover up like that? I've seen enough."

Beatrice furrowed her brow. Her eyes focused on Sam, who appeared to be wearing a shirt. "Where are you going?"

"I have some business," Sam replied, briefly grinning. "Help me, will you?"

Beatrice's forehead creased. "Help with what?"

Sam chose to approach the girl still sitting on the edge of the bed. Her