Chapter 59

Harold lay down slowly, his breath soft and steady. Lizzy, fueled by desire, swiftly tore open his shirt, eager to seize the moment, and kissed his lips.

"Laura... Laura..." Harold's voice trembled, lost in his own illusions. Mistaking Lizzy Laura, he reached out, grasping her face, holding her close, longing for the comfort of what he believed was there.

"Lizzy asked, her eyebrows creasing in confusion, 'Who's Laura?' And suddenly, Harold fell asleep right away because he was drunk."

"Harold," she said, gently tapping his cheek, but he remained unresponsive. "I guess I should leave him alone. I wonder who Laura is," Lizzy pondered, sighing heavily.

Lizzy, out of kindness, took off Harold's shoes and covered him with a blanket. She chose to let him be, even though she couldn't have her way with him.

Harold, slowly opening his eyes, realized that he was in an unknown place. He wearily sat up on the bed, wiping his eyes.

Immediately, Lizzy walked in. "Hey, sleepy head, you are up." She