Drenched in Love

Hazel was sincere. She really wanted to help Sophia because Sophia helped her when she was in the most difficult time.

Sophia shook her head, "Hazel, I am ok. Don't worry."

Hazel never believed Sophia again.

In a short period of time, her hand was injured again and again. Carelessness could not explain that.

After work, Sophia drove the car to leave the company. Hazel followed her. Afraid that Sophia found her, she deliberately lagged behind a distance. Forty minutes later, Sophia entered a villa.

Hazel parked her car on the side of the road and frowned: Why Sophia was here? The people who live here were either rich or powerful.

Hazel pondered on the curb for a moment and when she was about to drive away, a familiar black Rolls-Royce passed by her and entered the villa.

That was the car of Mr. Berry!

Sophia, Mr. Berry...

Hazel suddenly thought of something.

On the second day at work, Hazel pulled Sophia out and whispered to her, "Sophia, are you living with Mr. Berry there? Has Mr. Berry been torturing you?"

Sophia did not expect her to ask such a question, "How do you know?!"

She answered to Hazel's first question, but Hazel thought it was the answer to the two questions.

Hazel's eyes immediately got red. She held Sophia's hands, "Sophia, don't live with Mr. Berry. Move to my house! Get away from there."

Hazel finally couldn't help crying out, "Sophia, it is my fault. You wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for me."

Sophia was stunned and did not understand what Hazel meant. She then woke up and explained, "Hazel, it has nothing to do with you. I've been out of sorts lately because...I recently learned that I lost someone who were close to me. All the injuries on my body were caused by my own carelessness, which has nothing to do with Mr. Berry."

"Really?" Hazel was skeptical.

Sophia nodded, "Yes, I'm not lying to you."

That night, Sophia had a nightmare again. It was a different nightmare. Previous dreams had picture first, this dream had sound first.

There was a weird sound like that made by a ghost.

Sophia felt nervous and sat up from the bed, and then the bedroom became green, accompanied by the rhythm of that weird sound, this green seemed to be slowly shaking.

It was a dream. It was a dream. Sophia told herself. She pinched her arm hard. There was a sharp pain in it. Her mind sobered up, but the picture did not disappear.

The room was still green, and there was weird sound from the corner. It seemed that the next moment, there would be a ferocious ghost coming out from the corner.

Sophia got off the bed and ran toward the door with the fastest speed. She ran into the living room, thinking it would be all right, but she saw the shadow of a long-haired woman floating on the wall in front of her.

Sophia turned around shivering, but did not find any things.

At the moment of tension, a white figure suddenly floated from behind and there was wind. Sophia felt cold all over. She let out a scream and then fell to the ground.

On the second floor, around the corner, Stephen stood in a white suit. He pressed the remote control in his hand, and there was an instant silence in the villa. The ghostly figure was gone and the weird voice disappeared. Looking at Sophia fell on the ground, step by step, he walked downstairs and walked to her.

She was frightened and she got pale face and lips. He looked down at Sophia.

After some time, Stephen turned around and walked upstairs. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the Sophia lying on the ground. After thinking for a moment, he walked downstairs, picked up Sophia, put her on the bed of the guest room, and cover the blanket for her.

The next morning, Sophia woke up in her bed. She frowned at the thought of experience last night. It was still a dream.

It was just a dream. She told herself.

But this dream began to torture Sophia ceaselessly. In the next two nights, Sophia had the same dream. Every time she was awakened by the weird sould, saw the dishevelled female ghost, screamed and ran out of the bedroom, fainted in different places, and then......woke up in her own bed.

Was it really a nightmare?

Sophia asked herself in the heart.

She began to ask servants, "Did you hear weird sound last night? Did you see anything weird?"

"No," they all shook their heads. Then they looked at Sophia as if she was weirdo. Sophia thought, probably, she had mental problems recently.

When she had this nightmare and ran out of the bedroom again, Sophia knocked on the door of the servants, but no one opened the door despite how she knocked and how she shouted. She returned to the living room in panic and walked to the second floor. On the corner of the second floor, Sophia ran into Stephen's arms.

She first was startled. After seeing that it was Stephen, she rushed into his arms and embraced his waist, "Stephen, have you heard that? Did you see anything?"

Stephen looked at her coldly.

Stephen said, "No. I saw nothing."

Sophia turned to look down the stairs, and found that the long hair female ghost was to fly over. She fainted again.

Sophia did not faint for a long time. Stephen pinched her philtrum and she soon woke up.

Seeing Stephen and thinking of everything that just happened, Sophia shied. Stephen's existence told her that it was not a nightmare, it was real.

But...... At this time the villa was quiet. In addition to her and Stephen's breathing, there was no sound. There was nothing in the living room except the dim shadows of the furniture.

Stephen frowned at her, "Sophia, why didn't you sleep but shouted at night?!"

Stephen's words directly told her that only she heard the voice and saw the female ghost.00000000