Mysterious Little Wife

It was a little after two o'clock in the evening when Lacey woke up. 

There was a faint odor of tobacco in the room. The surroundings were dim, with only the night lights faintly illuminated. 

Lacey rubbed her head. She felt woozy. 

"You're awake?" A magnetic voice suddenly rang out in the dimness.

Lacey shivered and subconsciously leaned against the bed. 

With a single click, the lights in the room then switched on.

Only then could Lacey see who was in the room, Sam.

Sam thrust his hands into his pockets and moved closer to her, stopping once he reached the edge of the bed

"Why am I here? Where is this place?" 

Lacey frowned and turned to face Sam, who stood straight. 

There was an inexplicable chill about him, and it made her feel a little uneasy.

Wait a minute!

She looked around hurriedly. Wasn't this—

Her heart had risen to her throat. 

the place she

Suite of

flashed an indifferent grin. His eyes

gave him a wary look. Why had he brought

trying to recall what had

memories came flooding back, her eyes dimmed. She held the quilt

She remembered now. 

Her mother was dead.

hard, and Lillianna had put on

looked down their

came back to her

of her

but lean closer to her as he stared into her sad

last thing you said to

close to her. Lacey was startled. And when she looked up, she collided with Sam's

you mean?"

she moved

was he talking

He lifted her chin and

and replied, "How could I possibly be scheming against you?

what I'm saying?" Sam's lips widened into a grin. The coldness hidden in the depths of his gaze, on the other hand, was unsettling.

Lacey felt uneasy. 

suddenly came close to

hands were against her

they could feel