CHAPTER 50: Sleepless Thoughts

　　Hannah POV

　　I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the night stretched endlessly before me. No matter how hard I tried, sleep refused to come. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, spinning in circles around Christian’s confession.

　　His words echoed in my ears, replaying over and over again. How could I have been so oblivious?

　　I had never imagined that someone like Christian, always so composed and reliable, could harbor such deep feelings for me.

　　The room felt stifling. The faint hum of the air conditioner, the soft rustling of the curtains as they fluttered slightly in the night breeze—it all seemed too loud in the oppressive silence.

　　The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long shadows on the walls, twisting into shapes that seemed to taunt me with my own confusion. I turned onto my side, clutching the pillow tightly, hoping to find some comfort in its softness. But it was no use. My thoughts were relentless.