“Let’s rest for now. When we wake up in the morning, I want you by my side,” he softly suggested.


    As he closed his eyes and drifted off, a serene smile graced his lips.


    However, Lois felt like a fool, her heart throbbing painfully. In his heart, there was only Aisha.


    The following morning, Leon woke up, rubbing his sore temples. He realized the space beside him was


    vacant.


    Opening his hand, he tried to recall the events of the previous night. Could it have all been a dream? A


    dream where Aisha had grown up ande back to him?


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    But why did this dream feel so tangible?


    At the doorway, Julius stood waiting. “Mr. Thomas, you’re awake.”


    Leon’s suspicion grew, and he inquired, “Did someoneest night?”


    Julius truthfully reported, “Miss Rayne visitedst night. She was the one who helped you back to your


    room.”


    Leon’s fleeting hope was dashed instantly. It seemed that his excessive drinking had caused him to


    mistake Lois for Aisha.


    He nced at the bed and his pants, relieved that it appeared he hadn’t acted improperly.


    Leon located a shirt and put it on, suggesting, “From now on, in cases like this, you should personally


    assist me.”


    Meanwhile, at Raynes’ residence, Lois sat in her room, her expression filled with sorrow. Why was it


    that she couldn’t win Leon’s affection? Every time she tried to get close, she ended up getting hurt


    even more.


    She touched the scar on her wrist. It was unsightly. Yet she wouldn’t give up. After all, she had even


    attempted suicide before.


    “Miss, Madame requests your presence downstairs for breakfast.”


    A young maid entered, gently reminding Lois.


    Lois regarded the maid. The girl had a delicate appearance, and an idea sparked in


    Lois’ mind. Since Leon’s heart was fixated on a girl named Aisha, he must imagine her as kind,


    beautiful, and virtuous.


    If this “Aisha” were to actually appear but turn out to be a selfish, materialistic, and morally


    compromised woman, his idealized image would shatter and his longing would cease.


    With this notion, Lois turned and retrieved a thick stack of money from her drawer.


    “Fiona, would you like this money?”


    Confronted with the wad of cash, Fiona swallowed nervously and expressed her interest.