The car stopped in front of Zachary’s villa. He carried Rebecca out of the vehicle.

When the door opened, Rebecca opened her eyes slightly, appearing sleepy and groggy. "Are we home?" she asked.

Zachary looked down at her. Rebecca's brows were furrowed, her expression somewhat pained. Her wounds were probably bothering her, making her uncomfortable.

"Yes." Zachary responded and carried Rebecca upstairs.

Rebecca felt dizzy, and in her hazy state, she strangely ...