Chapter 38

• MATILDA
• The sun would for the most part welcome me each day, yet not today. I awakened to haziness. At the point when I woke up, I could see the sun attempt to peep through the obstinate shades. It was really at that time that I enrolled how I wasn't in my room. I was in Charles' room. I was in his bed, and my drool was on his cushion.
• I recoiled at the sight. Taking a look behind me to ensure he was no place around, I flipped the cushion over to the spotless side.