Chapter 65 – THE UNSPOKEN FEELINGS
The warm mist still clung to my skin when I stepped out of the bathroom. My hair, damp and loose, brushed against my shoulders, carrying the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine the same blend I used in the early days of Hale Atelier. The room was quiet, too quiet, except for the rhythmic hum of the air conditioner and the faint ticking of the antique clock by the wall.
I thought he wasn't home yet. Lucian always stayed late at the office, and the girls were already asleep by the time I finished my bath. I just wanted a moment to breathe, to sit by the vanity and untangle my thoughts and my hair before bed.
But the air shifted.
It wasn't loud or dramatic. Just a presence. A slow, deliberate stillness that wrapped around me. I turned and there he was.
Lucian.
