Tangled By Fate

Chapter 573  WORRIED OVIOR

"Flying carriage? You can do that?!" She couldn't hide her excitement. Ovior smiled. He liked how bubbly she had become in the last few days. "Yes, I can. I need to make sure no one can harm you. So, I decided to give you a flying carriage. Now, I hope you are happy with it." "Of course, I am!" She exclaimed. "How can I not when you are giving me a flying carriage?! Thank you, Ovior. I will be careful."

"I'm glad you like it," Ovior said. "Let's have our meal."

After dinner, they went back to the bedroom. Dorothy changed her clothes. Her nightgown was modest since she didn't want Ovior to spend a sleepless night. Even though he was taking his time off from work, he still had a lot to prepare for their wedding ceremony and party. They went to bed together. Ovior held her hand while waiting for her to sleep. After she fell asleep, he closed his eyes. When was in deep sleep, suddenly he felt something grasp his hand to the point that his hand hurt. He was forcefully brought from his deep sleep. His eyes opened and he looked at his hand. It took him some time to realize that Dorothy was mumbling while tightly gripping his hand. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He was wide awake at that point on. He watched her crying in her sleeping. Her face was twisted in pain. "…Help… n-no… sa…save me…"

Ovior shook her body. "Dorothy, wake up. Wake up please!" He became anxious when she had a terrible expression. He wanted nothing more than to wake her up. In the end, Dorothy woke up. Her eyes flew open. She panted as she sat up. Her shoulder area was drenched in sweat. Ovior wrapped his arm around her shoulder and said, "Take a deep breath." Dorothy followed his instruction and took deep breaths until she stopped shivering and panting. Afterward, she was handed a glass of water. When Ovior noticed that her hands were shaking with the glass of water and could spill on the bed, he took it from her and fed her.

Dorothy must have been dehydrated. She chugged down the glass of water until it was empty. Ovior fed her another glass of water. After emptying two glasses of water, she finally became calm.

"I'm fine now. Thank you," she said. Her eyes formed tears and she wiped them. "Was it another nightmare?" Ovior asked. "You have been having too many nightmares lately. Will you please tell me what you are seeing in those nightmares? He held her hand with care. "You know you can share everything with me."

"I…" Dorothy looked at him and continued, "…I… dream of bad things happening to me. It was so sad. I felt like I was in real pain. It was so scary."

"What kind of bad things were happening to you?" Ovior patiently asked. He just prayed that she wouldn't start remembering the scene before her death.

"Something like… getting slapped or having my hair pulled… I was… I don't know how to explain it. It's so foggy…" Dorothy leaned against his shoulder and cried. Ovior didn't know what expression he was having at that time but he felt chills down his spine. The next day, Dorothy went to meet Catherine by flying carriage and Ovior teleported to Catherine's place. Since he just teleported, he reached there earlier than Dorothy.

Catherine was visibly surprised to see him. "Ovior," she said, "I wasn't expecting to be here to be honest. You didn't make the appointment using Lady Dorothy's name, did you?"

"No, but I have something urgent to talk about," Ovior stated. "Do you have time?"

"What's wrong with you? You look ghastly pale," Catherine expressed her concern.

"Do you remember how you died? Do you remember anything before your death?" Ovior frantically questioned her. "Do you have nightmares about anything that seemed vivid but felt like a dream? Do you have times when you dreamed of something that made you feel like it happened in reality?"

"…Umm… no…." Catherine squinted her eyes. "I don't know what happened to you but I can say this much, I don't have nightmares and I don't remember the time of my death."

"…Are you sure?" Ovior tried to confirm.

"Absolutely," Catherine confidently answered.

"What will you do if you remember your painful death?" Ovior inquired.

"Was it that painful?" Catherine was in deep thought. Ultimately, she could only answer, "I don't know, Ovior. Ver told me that it was a good thing that I didn't remember it. I want to keep it that way. I honestly don't want to remember if I was given a chance."

Ovior's jaw dropped. He didn't know how to handle her answer. In the end, he absentmindedly bade her goodbye and left.

In the Magic Tower, he collided with Zinnia. "I was looking for you," she said. "Where did you go this early in the morning? I thought you were on a break."

"…I had to gather some information…" Ovior felt drained when he answered. "You seem exhausted. What's wrong? Did something happen to Lady Dorothy again?" Zinnia enquired. Since she mostly knew about Dorothy's past, Ovior told her everything. While talking over the tea, he pressed his forehead. "I don't know what to do. I can't let her remember anything."

Zinnia thought for a while. Then, she said, "What if she isn't remembering the incident before her death? For example, Catherine said that she doesn't remember any of that incident and she doesn't have any nightmares about it. She is living a healthy life. Dorothy could be the same. She might not remember that incident. Didn't you tell me that she couldn't remember almost two years before her death? She has been dead for so long that it could be a part of the side effects she is having. What if she is remembering her two years of life through her dreams."

"Why…." Ovior couldn't understand, Dorothy was the daughter of Count and Countess Eckles. She was loved and cherished. Why would she have painful memories?