Chapter 98

It's been over a week since that confrontation with him.

I haven't seen him since then.

Lost in the room he'd offered, I found solace within its four walls, hesitant to disturb anything. The allure of the items within was undeniable, yet my hands trembled, refraining from daring to touch any of them. I dreaded his potential reaction, anticipating his disapproval should I even graze a possession that wasn't mine.

What he said that day still confuses me. He said he'd get me everything I want if I ask him, but at the same time, forbid me from having them. He was so unpredictable and indecisive. I can't honestly read through him. His actions have a different meaning to his words, and it's giving me a huge headache.

As I gazed up at my reflection through the ceiling, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection to this room. Its ambiance, its very essence, seemed to align so perfectly with the vision I once held for my ideal bedroom. The mirror overhead reflected back a softened