He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 277

Sienna stood there, a helpless smile touching her lips.

She didn't say anything, nor did she expose her mother's little scheme.

In an instant, they were the only two left in the garden.

The evening breeze was cool, rustling through the manicured hedges.

As the wind blew, the hem of her dress fluttered lightly.

The night deepened, and a chill quietly crept over her bare arms.

Lucas noticed her subtle shiver, his eyes darkening slightly.

He didn't ask questions; he just raised his hand and unbuttoned his suit jacket.

His movements were clean and precise, carrying a natural familiarity.

The next moment, the jacket, still holding his body heat, was draped over her shoulders.

The coat was large, enveloping her entirely within it.

The faint scent of cedar mixed with his personal scent instantly chased away the night's chill.

Sienna reached up and pulled the collar of the jacket closer.

All she could smell was his clean, crisp scent.

She lowered her eyes, a hardened corner of her heart quietly softening just a bit in that moment.

For the past eight years, she had been like a wild weed growing in the dead of winter.

She had weathered all the wind and snow entirely on her own.

No one had ever been willing to stand in front of her to block even a trace of the cold.

And no one had ever so effortlessly draped a coat over her shoulders.

But Lucas's arrival was like a stubborn beam of warmth.

Bit by bit, it illuminated the world she had kept frozen for so many years.

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