The next day, Lucy Ansley woke up very early.
Because she was going to the hospital to help William Ansley with the discharge procedures, she had thought about it all night and opened her eyes before six o'clock.
The main bedroom was dimly lit, with blackout curtains blocking the morning light from outside.
Lucy turned her head and saw the still-sleeping Henry Ronan beside her, her gaze involuntarily glued to his face.
In her blurred and hazy vision, she saw the man's handsome features and superior facial contours, which, even in sleep, could not hide his elegance and grace.
Lucy quietly laid her head on his shoulder, using her eyes to trace his outline closely.
At this moment, her heart was filled with satisfaction.
With a lover beside her and her father returned, if things could stay like this, it would be another form of completeness.
