However, Lily Shaw was completely unaware that after she fell asleep, without Eldest Young Master Grant reaching out to pull her into his embrace, she instinctively gravitated towards his warmth, habitually rubbing against his chest, her face nestled against his warm chest, relaxing her tightly knit brows.
Aiden Grant looked down at the little woman curled up in his arms, the cold expression of someone unreachable to outsiders, now showing a rare tenderness and affection in this world.
He deliberately did not hold Lily Shaw as they slept, just waiting for her to "walk right into it," such is the depth of the little woman's attachment to him, even she doesn't know.
And he certainly wouldn't take the initiative to tell her, lest this proud woman try to assert herself against him.
