Chapter 58

Lillian's perspective

After returning from the bar, the two of us went straight back to the hotel to rest.

I came out of the shower and found Ismail lying on the bed with his eyes closed. I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was not even half-past nine yet. It was rather early for him to go to bed.

I had thought about how to wittily avoid his demand at night when I was taking my shower. It turned out I hadn't needed to.

But at the same time, a highly sensitive part of me felt a touch of disappointment. What was the deal with him? I guess the birthplace of his first love was too sacred to taint with his biological urge.

With a tendril of jealousy creeping up on me, I went to the bed, sat down, and poked the back of his hand.

He hadn't fallen asleep—of that I was certain—but neither would he open his eyes. The only thing he said was, "Don't touch me."

"What happened to you? Do you feel sick?"

"Uh," he grunted.

"Are you really not feeling well?" Nervousness washed over me. No way! Wa