Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 608

From the moment Sarah woke, she knew something was wrong. Her head throbbed with splitting pain.

She felt her forehead - no fever, but she'd clearly caught a chill from the previous night.

Struggling to sit up, she took some clothes from her suitcase. Thanks to the protection of the case, most weren't damp, though the outermost garments smelled of mildew.

Sarah found several thick pieces and layered them on herself, finally feeling a bit better.

"Achoo!" She couldn't help sneezing.

Both nostrils felt congested - classic cold symptoms.

Her previous cold from being kidnapped and caught in the rain hadn't fully healed, and now seemed to be worsening.

Her legs felt weak and unsteady, as if walking through an ice cellar. Not only her legs, but her abdomen had begun to ache too. Despite wearing many layers, none were truly warm.

The icy cold seeped through her feet into her body. Sarah felt as if her legs had plunged into endless ice.

The waves of pain from her abdomen told her this wasn't just a simple chill.

Sarah wondered briefly if her period had arrived, but quickly dismissed the thought. She'd had it at the end of last month - it couldn't be time yet.

The most likely cause was the bone-deep cold from last night. Women's bodies were vulnerable, and the stomach was especially susceptible to cold.

Sarah clutched her abdomen. Though her body felt like ice, beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

As her consciousness dimmed, she found herself in a vast white space, empty and boundless, slightly unsettling.

But those emotions meant nothing to Sarah now. At the edge of the whiteness, she could see a woman smiling at her.

Finally, Sarah's awareness gradually dispersed. She passed out.

Behind West Ridge, in a warehouse at the back of a large glass factory, an underground gambling den operated secretly.

A man in a suit attracted most people's attention as soon as he entered. The manager approached with a welcoming smile. "Bro, care to place a bet?"

The man nodded. The gambling den was dim, permeated with thick smoke and the smell of sweat. He noticed several men beating someone in a corner near the door, cursing loudly.