Chapter 33 What Use Is A Sorry?

That night, Claire was dreaming. She rolled over, lifted the blanket because it was too hot, and opened her eyes. The sky was already bright, and the room was full of sunlight. She could smell the morning breeze coming in from the window. Claire sat up and leaned against the headboard in a daze. ‘It's been so long, how is that man still appearing?’ In her dream, the man was as implacable as ever. It was just that his voice had long been inaudible. Claire wiped the sweat from her forehead, and her throat suddenly became itchy. She covered her mouth and coughed a few times before suddenly remembering something, and glanced at the bed not far away. Mason was still asleep. Claire could only suppress her cough in fear of waking him, but her throat was feeling too uncomfortable. She got up and quickly walked barefoot toward the bathroom to hide. Claire stayed in the bathroom and coughed for a long time before she squeezed out some toothpaste to brush her teeth. Mason was a light sl