But just now... that sudden feeling of familiarity in her heart made her chest tighten.

She was startled for a moment, then hurriedly raised her hand to touch the bedside.

With a soft ’click,’ the room’s light instantly came on.

Summer Shawcross sat up, instinctively turning her head to look around the room.

In the small room, it was empty, still cold as ever, besides her, there was no one else.

She was stunned, instinctively reaching out her fingers to gently touch her own lips...

On her lips, it seemed... there was still a familiar warmth left.

"Was it a dream..."

She dreamed about Noah Drexler, dreamed that he appeared, and then he was about to leave again, she desperately screamed for him, but he didn’t stay.

But in the end, she inexplicably dreamed that Noah Drexler kissed her...

She took a deep breath only to realize her heartbeat was now pounding as if stimulated by something.

She was dazed, was it because of the dream she just had...

That dream just now, that feeling, was inexplicably real... so real it didn’t feel like a dream, more like it actually happened.

Thinking about it, Summer Shawcross was in a daze, and suddenly a bitter smile appeared on her face...

How could that man possibly appear here...

Was she missing him so much that she started seeing illusions?

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but gently bite her lip, with a bit of anger on her face.

He might have already forgotten her and moved on, what was the point of her longing for him...

...

The next day, Summer initially thought that the unpleasant incident with Aunt Lin would anger Mrs. Xue and cause trouble for her.

However, Silvanus Manor remained peaceful and quiet the next day, without the slightest ripple.

Aside from this surprisingly peaceful occurrence, Summer Shawcross discovered something even more unusual: when she got dressed in the morning, she found that the red marks Aunt Lin left on her legs had miraculously subsided and faded.

Moreover, she vaguely smelled a faint medicinal fragrance on her injured leg and her nightgown...

Could it be due to some ointment that the injury healed so quickly?

However, she clearly remembered she hadn’t applied any ointment on herself the previous day.

"Strange..." Summer Shawcross stared at her leg all morning, ultimately finding no answer.

...

As night fell, the entertainment area of Silvanus Manor became lively beyond compare.

In the entertainment club on the first floor, a few men in suits respectfully led a young man in his early thirties into a private room, introducing as they went.

"Mr. Shaw, this place is the most fun in Lyra. This time you should enjoy yourself to the fullest, guaranteed you’ll forget all your troubles!"

"Forget all my troubles?" Upon hearing this, Yancy Shaw laughed. If he could forget, he would have done so long ago.

But now... it’s been a full six years.

"Of course, there are lots of fun things here, not only entertaining but also relaxing. It’s a perfect place, like a paradise. After we finish drinking, we can take a walk around," someone said while pouring him a drink, smiling as they spoke.

Yancy Shaw leaned back on the sofa, ignoring them, simply reaching out to take the drink, tossing his head back, and downing it in one go!

Seeing this, others hurriedly praised him.

"Mr. Shaw certainly holds his liquor well."

"This drink isn’t strong enough!" Yancy Shaw glanced disdainfully at the empty glass in his hand.