"..."
In her sleep, Elliana Lyle's face looked uneasy, her brows furrowed, indicating she wasn't sleeping well.
Norman Bennett was a light sleeper, and having just fallen asleep after coming back in the middle of the night, he could sense even the slightest movement beside him.
Upon opening his eyes, the little girl lay obediently in his arms, her body curled into a ball, her small feet pressed against him...
This peculiar sleeping posture was something he saw for the first time; usually, the little girl would at most put her feet on his waist.
After reaching out to turn on the small table lamp, he finally saw the sleeping face of the little girl. Her brows were tightly knitted, and the eyes under her lids were roaming from time to time; even her lips occasionally trembled.
Could it be a nightmare?
He frowned slightly, reached out to hold the flushed sleeping face, and half sat up.
"Girl? Wake up!"
The voice wrapped in tenderness was urgent.
