A possessive CEO + a possessive heroine
Lu Hanchen never remembered his dreams.
But at four in the morning, a dream jolted him awake. He was drenched in cold sweat, his fingers still curled as if around something. In the dream, he seemed to have held someone's hand. It had been soft and small, nothing like the hands he remembered.
The city lights blazed outside the window, while he sat alone in his fortieth-floor apartment like an island. His phone lit up at 4:03 a.m. A text from an unknown number appeared:
[Mr. Lu, sleep well tonight?]
He didn't reply. He didn't even block the number.
Because that feeling, of a pair of eyes watching him from the darkness, made his heart, dry for three years, suddenly beat once more.
He had no idea he was falling into a trap carefully laid over the past three years.
And the trap had a name: Su Nian.
