Chapter 189

The morning air was crisp and fresh, carrying the lingering scent of last night’s rain. Ayleen inhales a tuft of breath, wrapping her arms around herself as the cool breeze kisses her skin. The mountains stretched endlessly before her, their peaks veiled in mist. The world seemed at peace, but inside her, a storm brewed, a whirlwind of emotions she could no longer deny.

Murat Khan.

She turned her gaze back to the side, where he lay fast asleep, his bare chest rising and falling with steady breaths. His chestnut brown hair was tousled, his face relaxed in slumber. She had seen him in countless ways, furious, ruthless, cold, but like this, in the soft morning light, he looked so adorable, so himself.

Ayleen felt warmth spread through her chest. She had given in, surrendered to her heart, to him.

This man was her love, her everything.

Shaking off the giddy sensation bubbling within her, she sat up, only to feel the fabric of his shirt draped over her body.