Chapter 1547

Mason ruffled his hair, tossed off the covers, and slipped his feet into his slippers. He made his way to the bathroom for a shower. The water wasn't too hot; just warm enough. Mason stood under the spray with his head tilted back, letting the water cascade over his face. Yet his mind couldn't shake the vivid dream of Avery crying pitifully in his arms. He remembered it clearly. The person in the dream was Avery, not Juliet. For years, Mason had always thought about Juliet, yet he had rarely dreamt of her. Perhaps she had left such a deep mark on him during his teenage years that she remained unforgettable even after all this time. After finishing his shower, Mason returned to his bedroom, but sleep eluded him. During the day, whether at work or surrounded by people, Mason rarely felt reflective or dissatisfied with his life. But in the quiet hours of the night, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. His days felt both busy and monotonous. He often found himself question