Chapter: 1191
Brian seated himself on the edge of the bed, gently brushing a strand of hair by her ear with his slender
fingers. His gaze was filled with warmth.
He leaned over slightly, planting a soft kiss on her delicate face.
Then, he climbed into bed, pulling her into a gentle embrace.
Inhaling his familiar scent, Rosalynn subconsciously wrapped her arms around his slender waist,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdrawing herself closer to him.
She murmured, “Honey.”
Her soft voice was brimming with affection.
Brian’s heart melted.
He gently ran his hand down her back and planted a kiss on her forehead.
“Just sleep. I’m here.”
The next day, Rosalynn woke up, staring blankly at the ceiling as she gradually regained her senses.
Brian wasn’t by her side, but his scent still lingered on the quilt.
A smile spreading across her face, Rosalynn took a deep breath of the scent, then climbed out of bed.
The house was quiet. There was no sign of where Brian and Calvert might have gone.
Rosalynn, concerned about the man she had saved, decided to first check the room on the ground
floor.
Rosalynn attentively studied the man, his chest gently rising and falling in a rhythm of deep sleep as
she took his pulse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was steady, suggesting that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would wake up today.
Withdrawing her hand, Rosalynn adjusted his blanket to provide a bit more warmth.
Due to the darkness of the previous evening, Rosalynn had failed to catch a clear glimpse of the man.
Covered in blood and unconscious, his appearance was a mystery.
Now, she could discern his impeccably sculpted, aristocratic features in the soft morning Light.
He was strikingly handsome, uncannily reminiscent of Brian. Both men exuded an ethereal elegance as
though they had descended from celestial realms.
Their unique allure set them apart, much like mythical creatures standing head and shoulders above
mere mortals.
It was an arresting sight, and losing such a charming man to an untimely demise would be a tragedy.