Chapter 88 Soft Life

Amanda sat in the quiet of the bedroom, the echo of Vicktor’s departure still reverberating through her chest. The silk sheet draped loosely around her, the warmth of his touch still lingering on her skin. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with the emotions and tension they’d shared. She ran her fingers along the edge of the bed, trying to ground herself, but her thoughts swirled. The city lights blinked through the massive windows, casting long shadows on the walls. She pulled herself to her feet, the cool marble floor sending a shiver up her spine. Wrapping the sheet tighter around her, she moved toward the window, the sound of her bare feet soft against the floor.