Chapter 54

Oprah headed for the bathroom and cranked the cold water tap to the max.

Standing under the freezing cascade, she scratched at herself so hard that her arms started to bleed. Yet, she still couldn't calm down.

Maybe she had rushed things this time...

Back in the living room, the phone rang insistently, but Oprah couldn't hear a thing. She was too wrapped up in her actions, desperately trying to cool herself down.

Half an hour later.

The villa's front door was busted open from the outside.

A tall man in a sharp black uniform, looking all stern, barged in and opened the bathroom door.

Eric stepped in and found Oprah wrapped in a flimsy nightgown, drenched from top to bottom, huddled in a corner with fresh scratches.

Quick as a flash, he turned off the tap, grabbed a robe, and threw it over her, covering her body.

"You alright?"

His voice was loud, but Oprah didn't hear it quite clearly.

It took Oprah a moment to snap back to reality. She glanced up at him, her lips pale. "I'm fine."

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