Chapter 97. Next Morning

LEO

I stayed there for a while, listening to her soft breathing as her head rested on my chest.

There was something indescribably peaceful about watching her sleep.

After a few minutes, I carefully lifted her head from my chest and tucked a pillow beneath it.

She mumbled something, reached for me instinctively, but I brushed my thumb across her cheek.

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” I whispered. “Sleep.”

She sighed and stilled again.

I pulled the blanket up to her shoulder, tucked a stray curl behind her ear, and stood up quietly.

My stomach growled the moment I straightened—loud enough to make me chuckle softly.

“Right… food,” I murmured under my breath.

She’d told me that afternoon that she’d made pasta.

So I carefully sneaked out of the room, making sure not to wake her.

When I got to the kitchen, the sight of it was oddly exciting.

I lifted the lid and decided to microwave it since it was already