Disabled Princess Reincarnation

Chapter 120 Dreams That Give Sadness

The wind swept his hair to a shambles, on the soft meadow he felt his feet tingly every step of the way.

"Aslan." said the gentle call made his ears move.

His head turned in all directions to find the source of the sound.

"Aslan. "again, that familiar voice now sounded quite close.

But wherever he looked, to run there was no one there. He was alone. The feeling of anxiety now began to sharpen his heart, piercing his chest until it felt tight.

The fear he reached out his hand, reaching for anything to hold on. Until his hand finally managed to grasp something, he pulled it firmly and held it tightly.

"Aslan." now the cry was as slow as a whisper.

Slowly hesitatingly he opened his eyes, catching a face that was clearly plastered in front of him.

"Winnie. "call her softly.

Her trembling voice drained the clear liquid on her cheeks, her sweat-soaked hands pulling the girl's body closer together to hug and kiss her lips.

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Shocked Aslan reflex woke up and opened his eyes, looking around the room and making sure that he was really awake.

The sun had already started to rise a sign the new day had already begun, frowning in light of the dream last night his mood was suddenly in turmoil.

Getting out of bed he immediately went to the bathroom to wash his face, as he started brushing his teeth he suddenly felt that the dream was too real. Especially when he kissed Winnie.

Immediately finishing his teeth rubbing then Aslan grabbed his shirt and went outside, his quick steps immediately stopping when he saw Sally was in the gazebo.

"Morning, um. it's actually noon!" greet Sally with a smile.

Watching the woman Aslan then sat right in front of her.

"You want breakfast? I can have the waiter make you something," he bargained.

"May," he said slowly.

Sally smiled then gestured for the guards to call the waiter, after the waiter came she told him to make a sandwich and a piece of milk.

"Um... Did you go to my room last night?" ask Aslan in doubt.

"No, why?" sahut Sally's.

"Ah is nothing," said Aslan relieved.

Exhaling a sigh of relief because it was indeed Aslan's dream then to bribe the breakfast the waiter brought, while Sally quietly tightened her hands under the table firmly.

It wasn't a dream, Sally actually came to Aslan's room but the morning wasn't the night to wake her up.

As he entered what he saw was Aslan's face with a frown on his forehead, his lips muttering something indistinct and there were sweaty spheres all over his forehead.

Sally tried to wake him up by calling out even a little shake to his shoulder, but Aslan did not wake up.

"Winnie. "the call made Sally petrified.

As Aslan then kissed him the shock slowly disappeared, he closed his eyes and returned the kiss along with a hug.

It was only a few minutes until Aslan went back to sleep soundly, seeing the peaceful face of Aslan who was asleep in his heart was instantly shattered because it had given great suffering.

He quickly got up and left the room, to get rid of the unpleasant feeling he immediately changed clothes with a cleavage that was quite open and did not forget to wear red lipstick.

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Entering Deborah's room found Carl sitting facing the laptop with a serious face, curious he also saw what was plastered on the screen.

"What are you doing?" he wondered because apparently Carl was looking at a photo of three men who appeared to be in a club.

"Can you clarify this photo? I want to make sure of something," he said.

"Clearned? what do you mean?" asked Deborah did not understand because she thought the photo was very clear.

Carl then pulls the arrow and enlarges the head of one of the men, after seeing it then Deborah understands what Carl means.

"My friend sent me this photo while he was on holiday abroad, nothing strange at first. Just a picture of three men drinking, but when I looked at it more thoroughly a woman photographed made me curious. I think it's Winnie" he explained.

"When did your friend send you this photo?" ask Deborah.

"Yesterday the day after," he said.

Without asking any other questions Deborah immediately scoured the laptop, fiddling with the image to clarify the face of a woman photographed there.

An hour passed with curiosity, finally Deborah managed to make the photo even clearer. When they noticed the face it was clear that his face was very similar to Winnie's, only with a different style.

"It is impossible, whether Winnie is still." Deborah muttered unable to continue her sentence because she was too confused.

"There are only two possibilities, the first buried corpse is not the real Winnie and these two women are just someone who looks like her."

"Carl, you know what I think?" ask Deborah.

Of course Carl knows, he already knows Deborah very well. After all what Deborah thought was the same as her thoughts as well, so she nodded.

"Where's your friend on vacation?" ask Deborah.

"Germany" said Carl.

"Didn't Aslan also go there for his job?" ask Deborah who remembered.

"You're right, it should be done and he's home. But he said he wanted to have a vacation there first" he said.

"Could Aslan have also met this woman?" ask Deborah.

"Fifty-fifty."

All possibilities can happen, even a miracle is not impossible. Having taken Carl's decision immediately to take care of their visa to fly there without telling Aslan first, they had to make sure of it themselves before telling anyone else.