Chapter 42 Verbal Gratitude (1/2)

The following day, the morning sun slowly rose in the horizon. A glimmer of light coming from the east carefully dyed the light blue sky with warmth. Soft wind swept the curtain, making ripples.

Morning had come and brought with it a tranquil silence.

Meanwhile, Nina was slowly waking up and groaned as she came around. She turned over unconsciously and rolled over from John's supple and comfortably warm body to the bedside. When she came in contact with a slightly cold place, she pulled the quilt tightly around her, leaned her back against John and gravitated closer to him.

As she did so, John's body tensed up beyond his control. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he stared helplessly at the ceiling. After a few seconds, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He was not able to sleep last night.

His chin was covered with stubble, and his hands and feet were sore and numb. It was difficult for him to move and even a slight movement would cause pain all over his body.

Nina had a good night's sleep, while he, on the other hand, had almost been tortured to death.

Well, he had to get up now, even if his sore muscles were in protest.

He got up quietly, took a shower to refresh himself, changed into casual clothes and went downstairs wearing his slippers.

This villa was called North Yard. It was located on an exclusive hillside in the suburb of the city. Standing on the balcony, one could overlook the whole city. It was also the only villa here.

This was John's place of residence. The villa was not that big, and consisted only