Chapter 42 The Devil Smiles

Day Three…

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Nathan stared at Abigail for a long moment. He was conflicted about something. All at once a sudden shock and confusion passed through his whole being as he watched the woman moaning and calling his name as she thrashed about trying to get free from something.

"What is wrong with her?" Nathan mumbled, still hesitating whether to touch her or not.

"Is she dreaming? Was it a nightmare? Or perhaps…" Nathan didn't know whether to laugh or not. But of course, he wouldn't dare.

And it felt so awkward watching her like this as she called his name sensually. Did he appear in her dreams? Are they doing something…?

Nathan shook his head, pushing the unwanted thoughts to the back of his mind.

He had just arrived at the mansion after hanging out with his best friends. When he passed by Abigail's room, he heard a faint sound coming inside.

Out of his curiosity, Nathan tried to spy on her and eavesdrop. Then he heard her incoherent moans. He thought she was having an attack once again because of her ulcer.

Thinking that she was in pain, Nathan barged into her room to find out what was happening to her. Who would have thought he would witness something more?

'Is she really having a wet dream… with me in it?' Nathan stared at her wordlessly. He blinked his eyes several times, amused by this.

Then his mouth twitched, trying hard to maintain his poker face. He recalled the woman's lingerie that was left in his chamber. He was now certain who was the real owner of that thing.

Not wanting to interrupt her as she was too immersed in her wild dream, Nathan had decided to leave quietly. He was about to take a step when he heard a loud thud. Abigail fell off her bed, thus waking up.

"Aah!" Abigail groaned, slowly opening her eyes. She noticed someone standing in front of her so she looked up, startled at what greeted her sight.

She froze the moment she met Nathan's blue eyes. He was now staring at her expressionlessly. But deep inside he was fighting the urge to laugh at her.

Abigail shook her head, still disoriented about her surroundings. What is real and what is not real? Damn?! Was she just dreaming a while ago? But what the hell Nathan was doing inside her room? Was she just imagining things?

Abigail, who sat up on the floor, rubbed her eyes, trying to figure out if Nathan was real or if he was just a creation of her imagination.

After a few seconds, Abigail gasped, covering her mouth using both hands as Nathan stayed in front of her.

'Holy Crap! Nathan is real and he's here in my room! What happened a while ago… is just in my dreams…' Those hot memories brought a blush to her cheeks.

Nathan bent down, moving his hand close to her. She thought Nathan wanted to help her up, letting her use his hand as support. But just when she was about to reach out for his hand, Nathan avoided hers and his fingers thrust forward, flicking her forehead.

"Ouch!" She grunted, rubbing the spot where Nathan's finger hit her.

"Wake up from your dreams… and don't give me that silly look… you make me cringe!" Nathan said, pretending to be disgusted.

Abigail just glared at him sharply, standing up alone. She stomped her feet, grabbed the pillow, and threw it at his face. But Nathan caught the pillow with his right hand.

"What are you doing here? This is invading my privacy." Abigail complained to him, pouting her lips.

She still couldn't believe that she had dreamed of Nathan. And they shared another passionate moment in her dream. Was she crazy? There was no way she was fantasizing about him!

"I heard you groaning so I came here to check on you. But it seems that you are having a sweet dream," Nathan said meaningfully. He wanted to see what her reaction would be at the mention of her dream.

Abigail was at a loss for words. She wondered if Nathan heard something inappropriate. She suddenly became anxious as she couldn't read what was running on his mind.

'Damn! How I wish I could open up his brain and find out what he is thinking…'

"It's a nightmare! You should have woken me up!" Abigail retorted, hiding her embarrassment.

"Nightmare?" Nathan lifted an eyebrow, doubting her words. "Hmm, I don't think so… you were even calling a guy's name," he added, simply teasing her.

Abigail became more flustered because of his words. 'Is he telling the truth? Did I call someone's name? Was it his name?' She gulped hard, feeling uneasy.

"What did I say? Who did I call?" Abigail asked him curiously, her emerald eyes filled with anticipation.

"You called my name," Nathan said matter-of-factly, with a straight face.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

Abigail choked as soon as she heard those words from him. 'Seriously! He heard that?!'

Abigail wanted to dig a hole in the ground to hide herself from Nathan. She wondered if he already figured out what her dream was all about.

Trying to save herself from further embarrassment, Abigail just made up some stories, justifying herself.

"Like I said, it was a nightmare! My killer is chasing after me so I might be panting… then I saw you… I called your name for help. Remember, I even asked for your help for my protection, right? Don't misunderstand my dream, okay?" Abigail spoke spontaneously, without missing a beat.

Nathan just looked at her with a blank expression. Then he shrugged his shoulders before throwing the pillow back to her. Without responding to Abigail, Nathan turned around to leave her room.

Abigail bit her lower lip and slammed her eyes shut, trying to calm her racing heart. She was cursing herself inwardly.

Bam!

Nathan closed the door behind him. Then his lips curled up into a faint smile before walking away from Abigail's room. The Devil finally smiled because of Abigail.