Bab 87: did you kidnap me, Charlie?

The chirping birds and crowing roosters awakened my soul. Slowly, I opened my eyes to a beautifully arranged, predominantly white room. The glass walls revealed a lush green scenery, making me realize I wasn't in his mansion, but the villa.

"Hey, baby..."

Charlie appeared in shorts and a white T-shirt, carrying a tray with a cup and a plate of croissants.

"I've got coffee and croissants," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing the tray on his lap.

My hungry stomach instinctively guided my hand to grab a croissant, and Charlie smiled at me.

"You're hungry," he remarked.

I nodded. "Last night, I was so tired that I lost track of time. I didn't even dream," I said, savoring the croissant.

"It's good," he replied.

"These croissants are still warm..." I took another bite.

"Yes, I just baked them. I bought the dough last night," he explained.