My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1597

It was late, and the bedroom was silent. Only the sounds of steady breathing of the two people asleep could be heard.

Both were in a deep slumber.

But suddenly, Joe furrowed his brow. It was as if he was pulled into a nightmare at that moment.

In the dream, he and Skylar were locked in a fierce argument. The way they looked at each other was unfamiliar, filled with bitterness and hatred for one another's actions.

The sheer intensity of the hatred shocked him.

"Stop arguing! This is just a dream! A dream that can't possibly exist! Don't let it control you!" he said to himself in the dream. However…

Both the dream versions of himself and Skylar turned to look at him. Their expressions and eyes were so unfamiliar, filled with an unknown coldness.

The strangeness of it all made Joe feel as if his chest were being squeezed tightly. The pain jolted him awake.

The dream felt too real. It was as if he was there in the dream.

The faces were so familiar, but the loathing they held for one another was crystal clear.

This nightmare was not new—he had experienced it sporadically over the years.

But each time, it felt slightly different, becoming sharper and more vivid. He could see more clearly the mutual resentment between him and Skylar.

In tonight's dream, they seemed like mortal enemies, locked in a grudge so deep that neither would rest until one of them was dead.

The nightmare left Joe drenched in sweat. His clothes were soaked through and clung to him.

So, he got out of bed and silently made his way downstairs. Then, he took a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it quickly.

The icy liquid coursed down his throat, clearing his head instantly.

Why had these dreams haunted him for years, like a shadow that refused to leave? His brows knitted tightly as he stood there in the quiet of the night.