When Vivian opened her eyes, she realized she was back in the villa from her past life.
Alexander’ private villa.
Same room as before, just with the windows and door tightly shut. There were faint footsteps outside—probably the bodyguards doing their rounds.
She let out a sarcastic laugh. What, they were locking her up like a criminal now? And guarding her 24/7 like she might bolt at any second?
But seriously, if she really wanted to run, did he think those guys could actually stop her?
She tried to sit up, but her limbs felt like jelly. Frowning, she muttered to herself—was the drug not worn off yet?
As she reached to check her pulse, the door opened, and Alexander walked in slowly.
"You’re awake, Vivian," he said, walking over and sitting by the bed, reaching out t
