Rachel had always longed for a life where she could open her eyes and see the person she loved right beside her.
On this beautiful morning, Rachel let out a soft moan, unwilling to wake up, snuggling closer into the arms of someone.
When she woke up again at ten, the person beside her was gone. She immediately sat up, clutching the blanket.
Not finding him in the room, Rachel was puzzled until she heard the sound of the doorknob turning.
If the servants had something to say, they would knock first, so she knew who it was without guessing.
Sure enough, it was Kingsly.
He entered the room in a dark suit, exuding confidence, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with her head resting on her knees. "Awake?"
Even after marriage, the memory of last night's intimacy still made Rachel's heart race and her face flush. She hid under the blanket and asked in a muffled voice, "Where did you go?"
