Yasmin had not slept so soundly ever since she had been separated from Declan. She had been overjoyed last night, hoping that the parcel had been delivered to Declan and that he would come soon. She even had a sweet dream that she didn't want to wake up from.
She was waking up gradually, but she was too lazy to open her eyes. She wished to have another dream. However, sleep was not willing to consume her. Sweat beads began to prick her back. The bright light streaming in through the window made it difficult for her to keep her eyes closed.
She groaned and rubbed her eyes, stretching her back. When she slowly opened her eyes, she saw a familiar person sitting on the stool beside the bed. Her lips curled gradually as she assumed she was still in her dream. She closed her eyes again to immerse herself in sleep. However, the attractive face vanished.
