Tyrone was sick?
Carla thought back to his behavior just now, which did seem abnormal.
After the scare, she locked her bedroom door at night, for fear of anything else happening.
Dark circles from sleepless nights stood out sharply against Carla's flawless, pale skin.
Gazing at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, she splashed cold water on her face. This was just the beginning; she had to tread carefully until she graduated from university.
She lingered in her room for a long time. A knock sounded at the door.
"Carla, are you up? Breakfast is ready."
Mathias's voice was filled with affection. Carla opened the door and met his warm, smiling eyes.
Of them all, Mathias doted on her the most. Carla had grown more comfortable around him compared to before.
"Mathias." She addres
