Chapter 22: Mine

Annalise Ysia Villareal’s Point of View

What was that?

Why does this scene seem familiar?

Who am I talking to? His baritone voice seems familiar but his face, it’s freaking blurred. But I’m confident that I’ve heard that voice previously. I just can’t point out who it was.

When I open my eyes, a familiar modern room design welcomes my sight. Ah, we’re at his friend’s house in Nome, Alaska.

When we arrived at this house a while ago, the interior was still clean. That's when I realized that someone is still taking care of it, even if their boss isn’t around.

I placed my hand on my head when I felt that there was still a minor pain, but it was tolerable. I was just thinking a while ago about what I should do. If I talk to him like I used to? Or should I distance myself because of how cruel he was when they ambushed us?

But everything became blurry when I felt my head hurt like hell. I even cried while suffering from that pain. It even took my energy until I lost consciousness.

“Rose?” I