Chapter 67 Back To Square One

• When I woke up, I found myself in De Rosie. It was impossible to determine how long I had been unconscious. My sadness stemmed primarily from not having had the chance to bid a proper farewell to Gregory. Although I had already decided to stay, the least Paul could have done was allow me the opportunity to say my goodbyes.
• Paul lay beside me in peaceful sleep, as if we had merely slipped into bed together the night before. I couldn't help but wonder how much longer he intended to keep this facade up. How much longer would he continue to hide me from my family? They were already aware that I was his captive.
• Given the early hour, with the morning light barely filtering in, I chose to remain in bed. The bedroom we occupied differed from the previous one. This room exuded a more masculine atmosphere, with chestnut wooden floors and abstract patterns in shades of brown adorning the walls. Soft lighting nestled between the wall designs, and the sheets were a deep shade of grey.