Chapter 57: Lucasta's Uncle

Lucasta's hands suddenly grabbed the bed sheet so tightly that it became wrinkled. The nightmare was tormenting her, causing her extreme fear and pain.

After struggling for a long time, her heavy eyelids gradually opened, bringing her back to reality to find out that it was all just a dream.

However, the faint masculine scent still lingering in her hair helped her remember what had just happened.

Reflexively, she threw off the blanket, got down, and moved slowly around the house to listen.

When she was sure she was the only one in the apartment, she felt secure and went back to her room, changed, and prepared to go to work.

The moment she came to the dressing table to comb her hair, she realized there was a letter with extremely familiar handwriting.

- Samson.

Her trembling hand reached out and lifted the letter. Perhaps he was in a hurry so his handwriting was not very neat, and perhaps he cried so there were smudged ink stains scattered all over the page torn from her notebook. The