'What happened? Why did I…' The question faltered as Hugo's gaze fell upon an unexpected sight—Skylar, dozing off in his chair, seemingly waiting for Hugo to wake up.
A tumult of emotions surged within Hugo, each one a battleground in his mind. The desire to escape surged fiercely.
The thought of being engaged to someone who had inflicted such irrevocable harm upon him three years ago drove his palm to clench tightly.
He felt a pang of resentment and anger, a vivid reminder of the invisible scars that Skylar had left behind.
But something anchored Hugo in place.
Relaxing his tightly clenched palm, the man let out an exasperated sigh.
"H-huh…? Y-You're awake already…" Skylar's abrupt movement as he woke up startled Hugo, his curly hair ruffled as he straightened in his seat.
Annoyance etched deeply on Hugo's face, dismissing Skylar's concerned look as he shifted to the edge of the bed.