Henry Ronan didn't respond. Instead, he pulled Lucy Ansley's arm close, his calm eyes holding a depth she couldn't comprehend.
The tranquil atmosphere of the bedroom was tinged with a hint of romance, the raging wind outside contrasting with the warmth within.
Lucy Ansley felt uneasy under his gaze, leaning into his familiar embrace, "If you have work to do, I'll accompany you to the study."
She hadn't come to Cloud Summit for anything specific, just to be with him, even sitting quietly together brought her peace.
The man wrapped his arms around her shoulders, slowly lowering his head, his chiseled chin brushing against her left temple, "We won't be able to see each other often in the future, but if you're ever upset or feeling down, call me anytime."
Such advice was full of understanding and care.
Just like him, always steady and considerate.
Lucy Ansley's breath hitched as she tilted her head to meet Henry Ronan's gaze, "You too, remember to think of me..."
