Chapter 898

The day before I went to find Chris, I had a dream about him. I guess it was because I'd been thinking about him so much. In the dream, he was standing at the foot of my bed, wearing a white robe. "Maddie, look at me," he said. I opened my eyes. When I saw him, I felt a little dazed, as if I was looking at a heavenly angel rather than him. "Why are you here? I was planning to go visit you," I mumbled, sitting up. "Yeah, I know. That's why I came to see you." Chris looked the same, but he had lost a lot of weight, and there was an ethereal quality about him. I smiled and said, "Then why didn't you answer my calls? I was worried about you." Yet, as the words left my mouth, a deep pain welled up within me, as though my heart were being crushed. "My bad. But you don't have to worry about me anymore," he said, reaching out to pat my head. "Chris, I bought an estate and I'm planning to open a tea house. Can you help me think of a name that has a serene feel to it?" This was somethi