The room was stuffy, filled with the heavy scent of various aromatherapy oils, making it almost hard to breathe. Winnie felt dizzy, her cheeks flushing red as if she might faint at any moment. She couldn't take it anymore and pleaded, "Mr. Marlowe, please let me go."

She had barely rested these past few days, especially those nights in the desert; her body was at its limit. Last night, she was so irritable and ashamed that she didn't dare to have the servants change the sheets. ...