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"Today's weather forecast didn't say that it was gonna pour so why is it suddenly pouring so hard?" Giavanna murmured while stealing a glance at the diamond watch around her wrist.

Although it was pouring heavily Giavanna who loved watching as the rain drops in the past didn't move an inch from where she sat.

After the event that led to her being bitten that fateful night, she grew to hate rain.

Ten minutes later, Tristan who had changed positions twice on the King size bed finally opened his eyes.

"Wait, let me help you," Giavanna offered to assist the guy who was trying to sit up.

The first thing Giavanna noticed from the face of the guy who just woke up was that Tristan's paleness was gone.

He no longer looked like someone who would collapse to his very death the next minute.