Chapter 157 The Last Letter

• In the middle of the night, Christian abruptly woke up and sat straight on the bed, holding his head in his hand firmly as he was experiencing intolerable pain in his head. He was sweating profusely and tried to calm his racing heart, taking some deep breaths, but nothing helped him.
• He removed his hands from his face and his eyes roamed inside the pitch-black room and halted at the open door of the balcony, and between the cut of the white curtains, he saw a glimpse of an hourglass figure in a pure white dress, who was standing against the railing, facing the other side.
• Christian gazed at her, removing the duvet from his body, and his legs started taking involuntary steps leading him to the mysterious woman. His heart was thumping against his chest as he was inching closer to the woman.