Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1622

William made his grand exit after going over the precautions.

At that moment, Colby stood up, he went to the door, locked it from the inside, and then returned to the bedside.

In the dead of night, the bedroom was utterly silent. Colby, fearing he might accidentally touch Sophie’s wounds, chose to sit in a chair by the bed. He turned on a dim table lamp to ensure Sophie could see him immediately if she woke up in the middle of the night.

“Brother…”

Sophie murmured something in her sleep, unintelligible.

Colby frowned, whispering softly, “Sophie, I’m here.”

Perhaps hearing Colby’s voice calmed her, as Sophie gradually quieted down. But the next second, she suddenly raised her hands as if trying to grasp something: “It’s so dark… Brother, save me!”

Hearing this, Colby immediately grasped Sophie’s raised hands.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Colby tightened his grip on her hand.

Yet, Sophie didn’t seem reassured. She clung to Colby’s hand tightly, almost to the point of leaving marks.

“Brother, save me! Save me!”

The cold sea seemed to engulf her entirely.

A bone-chilling cold seeped into every crevice of her body.

Around her was the nauseating smell of the sea.

It was as if she was trapped in a pitch-black hull, with the sea water nearly submerging half of her head. In the cramped space, she had to stand on tiptoe desperately, fighting for a bit of air.

“Save me! Save me!”

Suddenly, Sophie’s eyes snapped open.

Everything around her was familiar, her pupils dilated for a moment, but upon seeing Colby, her wildly racing heart suddenly calmed down.

“Colby…”