Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 199

Sienna’s POV

Soft golden morning light shone through the thin curtains. With the night still fresh in, I remained motionless for a moment white looking up at my ceiling and trying to comprehend what had occurred. It was reminiscent of how someone used to feel strange when they saw me.

Then I turned my head.

Immediately behind, Liam was still sleeping. The morning light had a gentle effect on his face, leaving his jawline feeling tranquil and pleasing to the eyes. He had a bit of messy hair and his breathing was gentle, rising and falling.

I froze.

Today, I felt as though I had been dreaming of seeing something for so long.

It was the first time in years that I had ever seen Liam so completely without any distance, warmth or stutter.

The storm was too strong for me, so I slowly breathed in.

How did this happen? Several memories were evoked of the times I spent nights in my spacious home alone while Liam worked in his study. The way we dated at that time was more of an unspoken contract than love. Even though I didn’t regret it, I understood the emptiness that camewith waiting for someone who would never give you a serious glance.

Nevertheless, this morning was different.

I observed the slight wrinkles near his eyes, the faint tinge of tiredness on his face, and somehow, it felt so genuine and human. I-was used to thinking Liam was a cold, unfeeling person. But a person who was slowly tearning to open his heart.

It was as if my fingers had just twitched. Touching his face was something I wanted to do, but feared that it might wake him up and ruin this little miracle.

i didn’t realize it, and I held my breath as my fingers drew just inches from his skin. My mind was filled with a strange fear that I would forget everything once I touched him. My desire for them is greater.

I let my fingers in the air briefly, feeling the gentle sound of my heartbeat pierce into me. This is how it began,

Liam remained motionless but moved around, occasionally spilling the blanket from his shoulder. A small push, but enough to moisten something inside my chest.

He looked fragile. The sight of him in that state made me want to defend him, just as he had done for Noah and myself. Why is that?

Once more, I breathed deeply and allowed a slight burstof courage to enter me. It was too mild to be suspicious this morning. Too hysterical to be haunted by history.

I reached out again, slowly but surely. We were separated into a single breath. And for a moment I thought.

Despite my logic being able to stop me, my heart’s response was more immediate than my desire. Just once.

Without fear.

Then I even managed to touch the end of his hair. Soft.

Warm. Real.

It was a small, almost irrelevant gesture that felt like opening. A door that had been sealed for years.

I gently pulled back a few drops from his forehead. The simple act of doing something between us had previously seemed impractical, but now it felt like a dream I’d made for years.

Liam maintained a calm demeanor with hardly any signs of discomfort. He didn’t wake.

This small moment was something I took into account. An experience I never thought would be like the one with him.

A silent smile tugged at my lips, and something melted in my chest. I was helpless.

With a grim expression on his lips, the question “Can you finish something?” raised an eyebrow. “Not long.”

After laughing once more, I tried to conceal my face with a pillow. But Liam brushed away the expression, staring at me with a stole-the-scene stare.

With a soft voice, ” have never experienced such a breathtaking morning,” he added.

His voice had a sensation that made my eyes run. What happened? I was unsure of what to say, so I kept looking at him and allowed the slight silence to speak for itself.

Liam touched my cheek and raised his hand. It was a gentle touch.

“We appreciate you being here,” he said softly.

Nevertheless, that uncomplicated expression made my heart feel thankful.

With a smile on my cheek, I held back the tears that were about to spill out.

I muttered, “Thank you, too.” in response.

We looked at each other in a stillness, the morning light warming us up with gentle warmth.

The light grew brighter, covering the entire room, makingeverything appear clearer and more genuine.

To feel and experience the emotions that had been silently present in our hearts for a long time, this day was created to give us an opportunity to breathe and look inside.