Chapter 134: The Arrogant Young Master
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in a pale golden hue. Sylvie stirred first. Her body felt unusually light, the lingering aches of her old restless nights gone. For the first time in what felt like ages, she woke not to duty, nor fear, but to comfort.
Her fingers twitched, and only then did she realize she was clinging to something warm. No—someone. She lifted her head slightly. Ethan's broad chest rose and fell beneath her cheek, his steady heartbeat echoing in her ears. She glanced upward and froze, a blush spreading across her cheeks. His sleeping face was calm and unguarded.
On his other side, Lirael lay curled against him like a cat, her delicate frame snug within his embrace. Her lips curved faintly, and she looked so utterly at peace that Sylvie's own chest tightened.
So this is why I slept so well… it's him…
