Chapitre 409: Resemblance

Rosalind's eyes fluttered open, her groggy mind still tangled in the remnants of a restless night. The weight of exhaustion pressed heavily upon her limbs as if each muscle had been infused with lead while she slept. With a sigh, she begrudgingly parted from the comfort of her disheveled sheets, the cold touch of the morning air sending a shiver down her weary spine.

As her feet met the floor, a wave of weariness washed over her, threatening to pull her back into the enticing embrace of slumber. Her eyelids drooped, heavy with the weight of her sleep-deprived hours, and she longed to retreat beneath the covers for a few more precious moments of rest. But duty called, and she knew that she had no choice but to rise and face the challenges that awaited her.

This formidable challenge standing before her was none other than Martin Lux.