It was Nicholas's voice.

The bedside lamp flickered on, casting a soft glow.

Once I could see clearly, I grew more anxious, afraid he might do something again.

"Why did you come back?" I asked with my voice trembling.

Nicholas's eyes had been somewhat gentle, but hearing my words, his expression suddenly changed.

He walked in and sat on the bed, saying coldly, "This is my house. Why shouldn't I come back?"

He was ...