Chapter 1673

"What's the matter?"

Bernita woke up from her sleep. She was a light sleeper. The weather was not good tonight, and a little noise woke her up.

Turning on the bedside lamp, she saw miles' white face.

Sweating, the look of fear was as terrible as meeting a ghost.

Miles didn't say anything. He sat stiffly with a thick, wheezing sound from his mouth, as if he had just run a marathon.

He is too old to endure.

Having a nightmare, I was awakened and couldn't sleep any more.

He didn't answer bernita's words and got out of bed in her surprised eyes.

He went into the bathroom to wash his face and finally came to the table to pour himself a glass of water.

Under the ice water, the feeling of breathlessness seems to be better.

Miles breathed heavily.

"What's the matter with you?"

Bernita also came to him in her pajamas. At this moment, she felt that her husband, who was sleeping in the same bed, was a little strange.

Even if he had taken care of his lover outside, his face was never as strange as it is now.

Miles shook his head and whispered, "I'm fine, bernita. I've had a nightmare. Go to sleep."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, as if in an angry voice, much like the old man in the twilight.

Bernita looked worried. She held miles by the shoulder. "No, miles, you rarely have nightmares. You're not in the right state. What's the matter?"

Miles still shook his head and did not speak. He put his hand over his forehead, as if he had a headache.

Bernita guessed a little: "is it because of the emperor?"

Myers's fingertips trembled, and then bernita said, "or because Casa

With that, miles jerked his hand off.

"No, you think too much, bernita!"

However, the more you deny it, the more you admit that it has something to do with kasha.

Bernita had been wondering what had happened, so miles mentioned her daughter as a taboo.

In all these years, she had not heard the name of kasha from her husband several times.

If she hadn't known for sure, she would have thought that Catha was not miles' daughter at all.

Bernita hesitated, knowing that the more she asked, the more resistant her husband was. "I'll get you a cup of coffee."

When she went downstairs, she saw that the light in the kitchen was on. There could be no servant at this time.

Sure enough, Claire was her own daughter.

She was still wearing a black and white dress, and she didn't even take off her make-up. Her retro look looked luxurious and indifferent.

"Your work is over, Claire?"

Bernita is not surprised. Claire often comes home suddenly like this. She is usually too busy with her work. She lives outside.

Clare nodded and touched her forehead. "I feel a little headache, mom. Why haven't you been asleep?"

"Your father woke up from a nightmare tonight." Bernetta noticed that Claire's coat was wet. Maybe it was raining heavily outside: "is it raining? You should go into the room early, take a warm bath, go to bed early, and don't catch a cold. "

Claire, however, was attracted by her words: "did father wake up with a nightmare? How could he have nightmares? "

In her memory, is it not for children or young men and women to have nightmares?

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