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Mrs. Santos glanced upstairs. "Mr. Wilfred went straight to bed after coming home, but I noticed he's having nightmares again. Honestly, I think you should-"

Before she could finish, Karina rushed past her, ignoring the protest.

Mrs. Santos tried to stop her, but it was no use.

Karina sprinted up the stairs and pushed open the bedroom door, her heart clenching at the sight before her.

Wilfred, who was usually so composed and aloof, lay on the bed, visibly distressed. His eyes were tightly shut, his face drenched in sweat, and his lips were pressed together so hard they were turning pale. Karina knelt by the bed, gently taking one of his hands in hers. It was so cold that it sent a chill through her.

"Wilfred, can you hear me? It's Karina. I'm here. Wake up," she urged softly.

But he didn't respond.

Karina took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She placed her palm against his cheek and spoke in a soothing tone. "It's just a nightmare. That's all it is. Wake up, and it'll all be over. Don't be afraid." Yes, she could tell he was scared.

The thought was almost unbelievable. If Wilfred's rivals or someone like Harley ever heard about this, they wouldn't believe it for a second.

Even Karina had doubted Mrs. Santos's words at first. But now, seeing Wilfred like this shattered her idealized image of him.

else entirely-an overwhelming sense

even eaten yet. Let's get

she gently wiped the sweat from his face with her

next second, his eyes

a surge of strength in his grip. Pain radiated from her arm as everything spun around her. Before she realized it, she was pinned to the bed, Wilfred's hand tightening around her

she gasped, her breath cut off. "Look

teeth as her air supply dwindled.

blur, her head growing dizzy. She recognized the signs of oxygen deprivation. "This isn't Wilfred-this is

snap him

over. Karina grabbed the pillow beside her and struck him with it as hard as she

sharp reflexes would have allowed him to block or dodge it effortlessly. But in locke

to

clarity returned

as though he had been burned. Karina gasped for air, coughing as she tried to steady her

away, retreating into the shadows of the unlit room. The faint light from the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a dim glow, revealing his expression-a mix of shock and

the hesitation in his eyes quickly