She paid for everything in one go and still had over a hundred thousand left.
Nora Ainsworth then went to a furniture store. After picking out the essentials, she bought all her household necessities and groceries in one trip. By then, she was exhausted.
She made the bed, put on the duvet cover, and cleaned the entire place, all in one go.
Lying in bed, Nora Ainsworth closed her eyes. From now on, she was all alone, but she finally had a home of her own.
When Quentin Grant woke up in the morning, he frowned, a throbbing pain in his temples.
He got out of bed, poured a glass of water, and took a few sips before his surroundings came into focus. He was still at his own home.
'But was that dream last night real?'
'If it wasn't real, why was it so vivid?'
'Was his longing for her making him sick?'
He gave a bitter smile, set down his cup, and went downstairs.
