Chapter 120

Ayleen stared blankly at the ceiling, the duvet loosely wrapped around her as the crisp winter air seeped into the room through the slightly ajar balcony door. Another sleepless night, she thought bitterly, tossing and turning. Her body was drained, her eyes heavy, but sleep seemed like a distant luxury she could not afford.

Since the night Murat had found her in the rain, her life felt like a pendulum. He’d shown a side of care that had left her dazed. That evening, he’d catered to her every need, ensuring she had warm soup and tea. He had even asked the maids to prepare her clothes, and if she hadn’t woken up, Ayleen was sure he would have changed her clothes himself.

But then, as quickly as he had embraced her in his warmth, he’d retreated. Work consumed him again, and any connection they had felt was replaced by his distant and cold demeanor.

The birth of Hanum and Berat’s baby girl had been another whirlwind. Murat had taken her to visit, his gestures impeccab