Chapter 80 If Only True Love Could Stop Him From Dying

• After a restful seven hours of sleep, Mr. Damon slowly emerged from his slumber, a slight headache lingering as he shifted groggily in bed. His tiresome body protested the movement, but the encroaching afternoon hours urged him to rise. He reached over to his bedside table and groped for his phone, his eyes squinting against the residual fatigue.
• 4:00 PM glowed brightly on the screen, casting a faint blue hue onto his weary face. A surge of surprise coursed through his veins as he realised he had slept through the morning and well into the afternoon. He wondered what had brought about such a prolonged bout of slumber, searching his memory for any clues before his mind's eye, but it was Antonio who stood out prominently.
• He paused for a moment, staring blankly at the ceiling.