Chapter Eighteen

The next morning, Alex's eyes snapped open, the jarring white of the ceiling searing into his vision.

His head throbbed like a drum solo in a heavy metal concert, each beat echoing the confusion swirling in his mind.

He tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea washed over him, pinning him to the bed.

He blinked, trying to clear the fog that had clouded his thoughts.

He groaned as he touched his head, trying to jog his memory.

A sliver of sunlight peeked through the narrow window, casting long, stark shadows across him and someone lying beside him on the floor.

In curiosity, his gaze drifted, landing on the figure curled up beside him.

His breath hitched on seeing that it was Isabella.

She was a beautiful sight to behold, but not with her. Never!

Her raven hair cascaded over her porcelain skin.

A wave of revulsion instantly washed over him.

The thought of being so close to her, of her breath mingling with his, sent a shiver of disgust down his spine.

For a split second, he had forgott

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