Chapter 966 A Nightmare

Hearing Steven's words, Carla nearly choked, almost swallowing the whole cube of sugar in her mouth. She couldn't help feeling awkward.

So she scolded herself inwardly to calm down. Then she racked her brain to think of discreet ways to discourage Steven from staying in her room.

"That's not a good idea, Steven. Actually, I always snore pretty loud when I'm in deep sleep. I don't want you to laugh at me. It is best that you go back to your room,"

Carla began, casually saying it to him. She could only think that her reason for exposing her shortcomings to Steven was the perfect yet discreet way to dissuade him.

At any rate, Carla was telling the truth. Whenever she went to bed tired, she did occasionally snore.

"I know that,"

Steven countered as he gently waved his hand, completely dismissing her words. He then calmly made his way to the other side of the room before settling himself down on a soft chair.

Carla was astounded by his resolute response. She squeezed out a cough, feeling quite embarrassed. Her gaze followed his every move, then abruptly she demanded, "You know? When? When did I snore?"

"When you were sleeping in the daytime. But it wasn't that loud,"

Steven replied rather offhandedly, not even looking up to meet her gaze. He merely busied himself reaching out for a book and soon began reading it leisurely, seemingly unconcerned about the whole snoring thing.

Carla cleared her throat. Thinking that her excellent image was now tainted with imperfection. She wished she could dig a hole in a snap of a finger and swiftly jump into it. However, she felt slightly better, knowing that Steven seemed not to mind it. Otherwise, he wouldn't insist on staying in the room.

She quickly rubbed her nose as she rolled her eyes at him, trying to shake off that uncomfortable feeling. Then she continued staring at his relaxed demeanor.

Subconsciously, she remembered that Violet had told her of several types of women that men hated the most. But she couldn't remember them one by one anymore.

"Hey, Steven, come here and look at Sally's photo. She is so adorable! You remember my daughter, Sally?"

Carla called out to him after a moment's reflection. She sat cross-legged on the bed while browsing through the photos in the phone that she was holding.

Steven purposely put down the book in his hand before helping himself out of the chair and casually walked over to her. "Of course I remember her! Sally is getting more and more beautiful. Her eyes look just like yours, and she has grown much taller.

Where is Adonis's photo? Let me have a look at his photo, too."

Carla was stunned for a brief moment before she regained her composure. She opted not to think much, but she swiftly searched for her son's photo and promptly tapped on it.

Suddenly, Steven directly took the phone from her hand instead and stared at the screen.

"I think Adonis looks more like Mr. An. He is handsome and strong. Judging from his appearance, people can tell that he comes from a noble family," Steven remarked approvingly a

inst the white sheet, soiling the bed. However, he seemed not to be surprised nor frightened. He merely gazed at the photo in his hand as if nothing happened.

Once again, she stepped forward to get a closer at him, but she couldn't move. She forced to lift her feet, but all her attempts turned futile. It seemed that there was something invisible between her and Steven, and she could only watch him anxiously from outside.

It was not until he couldn't bear the hacking cough anymore, and he began to gasp violently that the photo in his hand fell.

Long before the photo reached the ground, it turned to face her, giving her a moment to realize it was her.

Her heart pounded wildly as she frantically rushed to him!

She ached so much to see him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break the invisible barrier.

Steven, who was lying on the white bed, gradually ceased moving his body.

Right at this time, thick snowflakes started to drift down from the sky and slowly covered the man on the bed!

Not long after, the world gradually became icy, white, and dazzling.

The snow fell on her face, but she was sad that she couldn't feel its coldness. When she raised her hand to touch her face, she felt something. She carefully wiped it off and brought her hand in front of her face to see what it was. She felt numbed that she didn't know if it was the melting snow or her tears.

Then her mind whirled, and the white world in front of her slowly disappeared.

"Mrs. An? Mrs. An?"

Carol firmly shook Carla, who was still having a nightmare.

Carla finally stirred from her sleep and flew her eyes open all of a sudden. She instantly realized that her face was streaming with hot tears. Unbeknownst to her, Steven had already left, and it was dawn outside.

"Mrs. An, did you have a nightmare?"

Carol asked while gingerly handing her a piece of tissue paper.

Carla exhaled a sigh of relief. Though her heart still felt a little heavy, her mind was already at ease, knowing it turned out only to be a dream.