Upon closing her eyes, she really fell asleep.
The man's even breathing echoed beside Stella York's ear.
She stared in disbelief, watching the truly asleep Lucas Scott.
Did he just fall asleep like that?
Without asking her about anything else, without making her get rid of the child, just holding her while sleeping?
Stella York's stiff body slowly began to relax.
This way of interacting, it's like before they had a falling out.
He always liked to hold her tightly when sleeping, as if letting go would make her vanish.
Stella gently turned in his arms, raised her head, and looked at his undeniably exhausted face.
She noticed earlier that his body really wasn't well, but he was unwilling to show weakness in front of her.
Even his voice carried a hint of hoarseness.
"Lucas Scott..." Stella called softly, thinking of how he hadn't slept for days searching for her, a pang of pain striking her heart.
Compelled by a strange impulse, she reached out and touched his face.
