He squatted down and gently called out to her; she was already asleep.
Christine Quinn seemed to be sleeping soundly and did not hear Howard Geoffrey's call.
Howard Geoffrey had initially wanted to pick Christine up, but he inadvertently saw her furrowed brows and the fine sweat on her forehead.
Even her sleep is so difficult...
He reached out sympathetically, wanting to smooth the wrinkles between her brows. But at that moment, Christine suddenly screamed in her sleep, "No, don't... none of you come near me..."
"Christine, Christine..."
"Howard... where are you...? I'm so scared... Howard..."
Holding the nightmare-tormented Christine in his arms, Howard Geoffrey's face turned cold and gloomy.
"Christine..." Howard kissed Christine's sweat-soaked forehead, his voice low and hoarse with heartache.
Although leaning against Howard's chest, Christine still slept restlessly. Suddenly, a terrifying image jolted her awake from her nightmare.
"AHHH──"
