Chapter 66: HER OWN 'JEALOUSY'

As the sun began its ascent, the early morning light a gentle whisper that heralded the start of a new day, Dahlia, clad in her workout clothes, entered William's room, her footsteps a quiet tap against the floor.

And there, upon his bed, she found him, his form a peaceful presence that seemed to defy the frantic energy that swirled around her.

As her lips curved into a devilish smirk, she brought out a whistle and blew it, the sound a sharp, shrill note that seemed to echo through the room.

William's eyes snapped open, the shock of the whistle a physical jolt that seemed to reverberate through his body, his expression a mixture of confusion and alarm that seemed to betray his sudden awakening.

"Get up." Dahlia said, her voice a gentle command that seemed to cut through his grogginess, her smile a devilish suggestion that hinted at mischief.