Ian Rowe woke up at six in the morning. He rubbed his forehead, his biological clock was very precise, and it was the first time he had gotten up so late.
Some memories from last night flooded his mind. He frowned slightly, only remembering that he was not feeling well last night, then Maya Monroe touched his forehead with concern, and then... seemed like a doctor came over? And then...
Ian looked at the still sleeping Maya beside him, her head fully exposed, her steady breaths could be faintly heard as she slept soundly. Her sharp and fierce eyes were closed, her crimson lips unconsciously curled up, softening her unique edges.
Did she take care of me all night last night? Now she fell asleep because she's too tired.
The rich fragrance seemed to linger on the tip of his nose, persisting without fading.
Ian's eyes revealed a gentleness he himself had never noticed before.
