Chapter 1029
Chapter 1029:
Elva, drowsy and sluggish, approached slowly.
“Ms. Marshall, is something wrong?” Elva asked with concern. Scarlet, observing Elva’s fatigued appearance, inquired softly, “Do you feel unwell anywhere p>
Elva responded, “No, I just napped this afternoon, and now I’m feeling dizzy. It might be from the lack of proper rest lately, or perhaps something else p>
Since Scarlet struggled with insomnia, Elva didn’t want to leave her side and always tried to stay awake to care for her.
Initially, this hadn’t bothered Elva much, but over time, the strain became evident.
Since Scarlet couldn’t sleep, Elva felt it was impossible for her to rest properly either.
“I’ve lit the incense Miss Sylvia sent over. Are you feeling any better?” Elva asked quietly.
Scarlet shook her head. The scent made her slightly drowsy, but it wasn’t enough to induce sleep.
“What about sleeping pills? Could you give me some?” Scarlet asked.
Pushing back her own fatigue, Elva fumbled for the medicine bottle in her pocket and handed it to Scarlet, her hands trembling slightly.
Not long after taking the pills, Scarlet felt a soothing drowsiness envelop her, a comforting weight pressing gently on her eyelids. She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Seeing Scarlet finally asleep, Elva felt her resistance to her own exhaustion crumble, and she too closed her eyes, succumbing to sleep beside Scarlet.
When Elva awoke, it was already dawn, and she still felt dizzy.
“Do I have a cold or something?” she murmured to herself, her thoughts muddled. Turning to check on Scarlet, she saw her lying unusually still.
Elva’s legs weakened, and she stumbled forward, collapsing to the floor. After regaining some stability, she crawled inch by inch toward Scarlet’s bed.
“Ms. Marshall… Ms. Marshall p>
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Elva’s voice shook with panic. She frantically checked for signs of life and, feeling the subtle rise and fall of Scarlet’s chest, her panic subsided.
But then, the realization struck her. If Scarlet hadn’t died, did that mean she had managed to sleep through the entire night? Was that even possible?
Elva snapped wide awake, her body drenched in cold sweat. Her clothes clung to her back as if they had been dunked in ice water. “Ms. Marshall…” Elva’s voice quivered, a hint of panic creeping in. When there was no reply, she called louder, her voice shaking with urgency. “Ms. Marshall! Wake up! Please wake up p>
At the sound of Elva’s desperate call, Scarlet’s eyelids finally fluttered, her gaze shifting sluggishly toward her. A brief flash of irritation crossed Scarlet’s weary expression. She was clearly annoyed at being woken from what had no doubt been much-needed rest.
“What is it?” Scarlet snapped, her tone edged with frustration. “I was asleep, and it was the first time I’d been able to sleep well in ages! Why did you wake me p>
She stopped mid-sentence, a realization washing over her like a cold wave.
Wait. Did she just admit she was actually asleep?
Scarlet turned toward Elva, who nodded eagerly, her voice almost bubbling over. “Yes, Ms. Marshall! You really slept, and deeply too. I thought you had… well, I was starting to worry p>
Scarlet’s brow furrowed. This sleep felt different. It wasn’t like her usual fitful, fragmented nights. Even on those rare occasions when she managed to drift off, the nightmares always came crashing through to drag her back to reality. But tonight—today—she’d slept straight through. No interruptions, no waking in a panic.