Chapter Eighty Five: A New Plan...

Gwen couldn't sleep.

She laid awake all night, afraid that Luther would enter her room. She wasn't stupid to think that just because she had locked the door, it totally prevented him from entering her room. Especially after the display he showcased the previous day. She doubted that the barrier she put around her door could stop him if he so wishes.

She was brought food by maids the previous night, but she couldn't eat. For some strange reason, the maids gave off doll-like gestures, almost like they were being controlled like puppets. She wouldn't put it past Luther to actually do that.

She had to up her game, and think fast. Her first plan had proven futile, which meant she had to use her second plan—her wits.

It was something she detested doing because to achieve her goal, she would have to act like she had no problem being close to Luther which she absolutely did.

It was morning. The sunlight seeped through her room from the half-closed windows, pouring over her bedsheets.

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