Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 208

Sienna’s POV

The lounge had a serene atmosphere. The rain outside had eased, pattering softly against the window. The scent of damp soil blended with the cozy ambiance of the room, generating a feeling that oddly compelled me to weep not out of sorrow.

Simply as it seemed so whole.

Liam placed his chin on top of my head. I sensed his breath, consistent and warm. His left arm encircled my shoulders, while his right hand intermittently caressed Noah’s arm.

Noah gazed at us with a drowsy grin. “This is the greatest,” he whispered before resting his head on my lap once more.

I chuckled gently, running my fingers through his hair.

Liam also chuckled. “Today was exhausting, right?””

” conceded it was exhausting. But in this way it’s the type of fatigue l cherish.”

Liam remained silent, merely gripping me tighter. Within that stillness, I sensed something beyond the heat of his form. A desire fulfilled, past hurts gradually mending, and a hope that softly blossomed

“Thanks for being at the picnic,” Liam suddenly whispered.

I gazed forward, not brave enough to meet his eyes. “Certainly. Today was truly delightful.”

“In that scenario,” his tone lowered, nearly a whisper, “we ought to repeat this more frequently.”

Outside, the rain diminished to a light drizzle like delicate fingers patting the living room window. The room was permeated by the smell of damp timber and the subtle fragrance of tea Liam had brewed moments earlier.The cozy yellow lamp in the corner enhanced the atmosphere, almost as if it was hinting that this day should conclude with warmth and a gentle hug.

Noah had drifted off to sleep on my lap, his breaths light and regular, his expression serene like a little angel who’d exhausted himself after a day filled with running, shouting, and laughing. A lightweight blanket wrapped around him up to his chest, and occasionally he moved, looking for the coziest position.

I softly combed his hair. Gentle. Melodic. A well-known action I’d performed since he was a young child. It seemed nearly like a ceremony, a method for me to reassure myself that life isn’t always as hard as l often think.

Liam sat next to me, nearer than the typical distance I was accustomed to. His shoulder brushed against mine, gently yet distinctly. His arm around me didn’t constrict; it merely embraced sheltered. There was a certain consistency and correctness in how he embraced me, something I hesitated to acknowledge too soon.

“‘ll take Noah to his room later,” Liam said quietly, interrupting the silence without truly disrupting it. “So he can rest more easily.”

I acknowledged with a nod. “Alright. However, allow him to remain here a bit more.”

My voice seemed altered, gentler, nearly tender.

Liam simply smiled. No mocking, no witty comments. That smile filled my heart with warmth.

Without thinking, I rested my head on his shoulder. As he leaned hisbody a bit, repositioning himself so I could relax more easily, it seemed as though time stood still for a brief instant. Only our breaths and the gentle rain outside persisted.

The lamp in the living room projected our shadows onto the wooden floor. The outline of a man, a woman, and a young child nestled between them

From outside, anyone looking through the window would think we were an ideal family.