Chapter 86

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Everyone has probably seen a scene in a drama where characters in a drama crouches on a sofa or bed, biting their thumbs.

It's always midnight in the background, and when it's raining, lightning strikes outside the window with a gurgling sound.

Perhaps the wall clock suddenly cries and the cuckoo comes out.

"..."

Is it because it's too old?

However, it's also true that there's no other device capable of effectively portraying the impending anxiety.

Just like right now—

Kugugung!

It rains and thunders, and the wind blows wildly.

It's a mess.

This explains well about the night before the storm. If only the cuckoo clock would cry, then it'd be perfect.

This is the Ropan version of a thriller.

Lightning illuminates the dark bedroom.

"Whoa."

I curl up on the bed and let out a long sigh.

I think he's coming soon.

I glance at the tightly closed door and bury my face in my lap.

After I washed up and came out of the bath...

I decided to go to bed early so that we don't see each other.

I did—

But, I can't sleep.

I kind of understand how people who suffer from insomnia feel. I really want to sleep, but I can't sleep. I'm anxious because I don't know when Charles will come...

It's a total disaster.

I can't even sleep and need two pillows, one next to me and one for me to hug.

The more you overthink, the more awake your eyes are. Your mind will also be clearer, and your imagination will not cease.

Because I can't sleep, it feels a bit strange, like I'm waiting up for him.

Let's pretend we're sleeping again.

He's very intuitive and can catch on to things like this.

Wake up because you obviously know that you are not sleeping!

I'm almost certain that Charles will notice.

How awkward.

I'd rather not sleep.

It's better to repeat 'I'm not bored!' over and over again.

No, and to be honest, why should I avoid him?

It's not like I'm not guilty, though it has been a day or two where I haven't told him that I don't like him and ask him for a divorce.

"Okay!"

I'm going to go out confidently.

Don't run away!

Even if he's right in front of me right now, I'll not be afraid.

Of course!

Bobbing my head up and down as if to convince myself, I straighten my crouched body.

Let's take off the blanket.

The windows rattle loudly due to the strong wind and rain.

Is it going to break?

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