Chapter 606

In an instant, Maeve's eyes snapped open, her back drenched in cold sweat. Sergio was by her side, dampening a towel. Noticing she was awake, he asked, "Do you want something to eat?" Maeve's fear deepened at the sight of him, and she instinctively leaned away. Sergio immediately caught her reaction. "Did you have a nightmare?" he inquired gently. It had indeed been a nightmare. In her dream, Maeve felt as though she had drifted back to her past life, wandering as a ghost in a world where she was already dead. The sight of her own tombstone brought back the searing pain of the operating table. "Sergio, I—" Maeve began to speak, but Sergio's gaze cut her off. He frowned and subtly mouthed, reminding her of the camera. Realizing the situation, Maeve took a deep breath and managed a weak smile. "Yes, I had a nightmare." "You have a fever," Sergio uttered. "I checked your temperature earlier. It's 101 degrees. I'll make you some soup. The medicine is on the table." "Alri