Chapter 385 – Something Worth Sharing
He didn't rush. Didn't perform. He simply dressed—slipping into dark slacks, a loose black shirt left unbuttoned at the top. His movements were precise, fluid, but there was no edge tonight.
Naomi watched him from the bed, her legs curled under her. For once, he looked… calm.
Not cold, not calculating.
Not bitter.
The sharp tension she'd seen earlier—the wound he'd confessed—seemed dulled now. Like bathing had washed it away. Or maybe… maybe it wasn't gone. Just soothed.
"Lux," she said softly.
He glanced back. "Hm?"
"You look…" She hesitated, searching. "Lighter. Like… whatever that bitterness was, it's gone. Or at least… less."
He froze for half a second, then gave a small smile. Not his smirk. Not his weapon. A real one. "Maybe it is."
Naomi's chest warmed. She hugged the towel tighter, her heart aching in that way only he could make it.
