ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER

Back to the Castillo mansion: 3

Ansel's eyes fluttered open the next morning.

He woke up feeling weaker than he had the day before, a yawn escaping his lips as he scanned the room for his phone.

His body felt heavy and sluggish, as if it had yet to catch up with the events of the previous day.

Still not quite alert, Ansel stretched out his arm in a lazy gesture, reaching towards the bedside table in a search for his phone.

His hands touched nothing but air.

Ansel sprang up from the bed, his eyes scanning everywhere.

Realization hit him and he immediately realized that he was in his wife's room.

When Ansel's gaze landed on the time, his pupils dilated upon seeing that it was 12pm in the afternoon.

Ansel made his way to the bathroom, his steps sluggish. He splashed some water on his face at the sink, trying to wake himself up and shake off the grogginess of sleep.

A red bottle was sitting on the shelf and he picked it up.

When Ansel perceived the scent, he found it extremely pleasing to the nostrils.

Ansel then chang