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.

something else entirely-an overwhelming

up," she whispered. "You haven't even eaten

he didn't stir, she gently wiped the sweat from his face with

the next second,

an instant, Karina felt a surge of strength in his grip. Pain radiated from her arm as everything spun around her. Before she realized it, she

gasped, her breath cut off. "Look

out strained, every word forced through clenched teeth as

She recognized the signs of oxygen deprivation.

if she didn't snap him out of it soon, she wouldn't

and struck him with it as hard as she

to block or dodge it effortlessly. But in locke his dreamlike state, he

impact seemed to jolt him

clarity returned to his

her as though he had been burned.

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

the hesitation in his eyes quickly hardened into

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