Out of Ashes Into His Heart novel Chapter 89

The moment the lights in the room went out, my breathing faltered for a second. Perhaps because I couldn't see anything, my sense of hearing and touch became more acute instead.

Tom's breathing was steady and deep, loud in the stillness of the night. I could almost feel his breath against my ear. And the smell of his body wash lingered in the air after his shower.

I found myself holding my breath as I shut my eyes tightly, trying to fall asleep by counting sheep. But for some reason, the usual post-pregnancy drowsiness didn't kick in this time. In fact, the more I counted, the more alert I felt. Frustrated, I turned over onto my other side.

In the dark, Tom's deep voice suddenly broke the silence. "Having trouble sleeping? Is it because you're not used to the bed?"

The small amount of sleepiness I had felt instantly vanished.

I could do nothing but reluctantly admit, "Yeah… I guess…"

"Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?" Tom's voice sounded amused, and I could almost picture the lazy smile on his face.

"No thanks," I replied, rolling over and facing away from him. "I'm going to sleep."

Tom chuckled and didn't say anything else.

Maybe Tom's joking around made me sleepy or perhaps I was already feeling tired. As I closed my eyes again, a wave of drowsiness washed over me.

However, it could also be because I had been lost in my racing thoughts before going to bed that I ended up having a hazy dream. In the dream, I relived the banquet that took place a month ago.

At the time, all I could think about was pleasing Gavin, so much so that I even went after him to the banquet, hoping to surprise him. But as I searched through the crowd, Gavin was nowhere to be found. Instead, it was my father-in-law, Victor, who encountered me and sneered sarcastically at my efforts.

Feeling down, I asked the waiter for a glass of wine. However, after taking a few sips, I noticed something was off about the wine.

A warm current continuously surged through me, leaving me feeling incredibly thirsty.

At first, I dismissed it as just being parched and drank several glasses of water consecutively. But the discomfort remained. It finally dawned on me that something must have been added to the wine!

Panic set in as I fumbled for my phone, desperate to call Gavin. Unfortunately, all I heard was a robotic voice repeating, "Sorry, the person you're trying to reach is currently on another call."

"Excuse me, miss. Is there anything I can assist you with?" A waiter noticed a strange expression on my face and quickly approached to inquire.

However, at that moment, the only person I trusted was Gavin.

"Can you help me find Gavin?"

"Of course. Let's make our way to the lounge first."

"Thank you."

The dream felt so real that I couldn't shake off a sense of disgust. Why was I dreaming about Gavin again? Just as I was struggling to wake up from my subconscious, someone came closer while I was still feeling a little fuzzy.

"Gracie? Gracie! Wake up…"

I opened my eyes in a daze, struggling to see the face of the person in front of me. I knew it was Gavin, the man who appeared in my dreams. The drug I took had kicked in, and I instinctively grabbed onto the man's neck, kissing him with urgency.