A Graduation Gift

Chapter 121 The Sleepwalking Young Lady

Cassandra felt warm sleeping in her comfortable bed. However, her blood froze when she caught sight of a figure in the dark from the corner of her eye!

It was looming around the corner. She could not recognize who it was. It was just sitting there quietly, not moving.

Cassandra dared not do anything boldly. She covered herself with the quilt carefully while staring at that figure anxiously.

After what seemed like an eternity, the figure suddenly moved and stood up slowly.

Its shoulders moved up and down in a heave of sigh. Then it turned its head from left to right, and walked out of the room at a very slow staggering pace.

Through the dim light from the corridor outside, Cassandra saw its face all of a sudden.

It was Courtney!

Her skin seemed to be paler, and her face bore no expression. There was something odd in the way she walked. It was really slow, rigid and unnatural as if she was a puppet.

Then an idea occurred to Cassandra. She covered her mouth to stop herself from making any noise.

Courtney was sleepwalking! On the back of her mind, she recalled that sleepwalking happened in one's dream and the sleepwalkers were unconscious and didn't know what they were doing.

Cassandra was both surprised and curious. She remained silent and watched Courtney walk out of her room silently.

After Courtney left, Cassandra rolled out of bed. A precarious idea haunted her. She wondered why Courtney sleepwalked to her room and where she would go next.

With that thought in mind, Cassandra tiptoed and opened the door. Courtney went to the next room. She opened the door and walked in.

Cassandra followed her carefully. She didn't enter that room. Instead, she crouched down by the door and peeked inside.

Courtney walked to the walk-in wardrobe and opened the door. A ginormous closet filled with countless pieces of gorgeous garments surprised Cassandra.

"Not this one, nor this one..."

Cassandra heard Courtney murmuring. Her pale and thin hand stroked through the rows of fancy dresses.

'Is she looking for a special dress?' wondered Cassandra.

Finally, Courtney closed the door and turned around.

She continued murmuring, "No, no...not here. It's not here..."

Cassandra saw her walking towards the door of the room. She didn't want herself to be discovered. So she hurried to her room secretly.

Courtney repeated her act going into one room after another. She would open the door and walked inside to search for something.

the cosmetic drawer, or stroke the mirror by the

her feet during the whole process, which made Cassandra quite anxious, afraid that she might

Cassandra

so nervous all the way that even her palms sweated. What she hated the most were horror movies, but with what was happening now, she

mansion, a young lady was sleepwalking. These

reached the first floor and opened the door of the

blew in, and a surge of tiny chills

She stood at the gate for a long time before she closed it and walked to the stairs

do something to help her, but her body was so afraid that she did nothing but

her own room, and then lay on the

was not sure what she should do next. However, her tension ebbed a little when she noticed that Courtney was lying still in the bed. She must have

a thing that must be taken for granted. She needed some serious medical treatments. Cassandra felt sorry for the young

she just walked outside? Wouldn't it be very dangerous? What if nobody

to her room to rest her troubled mind. She drowsed into a nap.

herself up before she

I'd like to tell you

was eager to tell Whitney what happened to Courtney last night.

"About what?"

looked at her in a puzzled face, her hand still holding the

and went on opening and entering every room in

carefully and anxiously while watching

next time, just don't wake her up. She was

Cassandra's surprise, Whitney replied calmly. But deep inside,

shocked at Whitney's response. She assumed that Whitney must've known it

gate of this house. What if she went outside? That would

at the thought of Courtney's

don't worry, Cassandra, she wouldn't go out. I've sent some

and picked up her salad with a fork. However, she was unable to open her mouth the moment the fork touched her lips.

down on the edge of

Whitney... Are you

cry out all of a sudden. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She

her eyes, sorrow and pain were painted on her

But the doctors said she couldn't recover completely. She needs ample quiet rest every day to get better and she mustn't go through enormous mood swings. That's why I've

tears kept

was baffled at what she had learned. 'Courtney needs a peaceful environment to recover? That means that she has a mental problem.

doesn't like to talk to me and is always

meals alone in her room and doesn't sit with others on the dining table.

that's why she's doing strange

must have been living a hard life

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