He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 172

Since Orchard Villa was still undergoing renovations, Yardley had been staying here recently.

He carried Scarlett with the utmost care, all the way from the car to the elevator, and finally to the master bedroom, gently laying her down on the massive king-sized bed.

She didn't stir once, completely lost in a heavy, undisturbed sleep.

A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of Yardley’s mouth. He quickly took a shower and changed into a comfortable set of pajamas.

Then, he slid under the covers, carefully threading his arm beneath her neck. He wrapped her in a gentle embrace and closed his eyes.

It was an incredibly familiar, long-lost feeling.

Yardley felt a sense of surrealism, as if it had been a century since they had last shared a bed.

The sheer joy of regaining something so precious made him cherish the moment even more. Holding her now felt like holding a rare, priceless treasure—he couldn't bear to let go, yet he was terrified of holding her too tightly and waking her up.

The lighting in the bedroom was dim, and the silk bedding was unimaginably soft against the skin.

He had carefully removed her outerwear, leaving her in a simple white tank top and cotton shorts, just like she used to wear.

Scarlett had the kind of figure that looked slender in clothes but was incredibly soft, curvy, and perfectly proportioned underneath.

Sleeping with her in his arms felt like holding a perfectly plush pillow; Yardley couldn't help but sink into the comfort.

He was just too tired, too exhausted.

In that moment, holding his wife, he felt like a battered ship that had drifted on the open ocean for far too long, finally finding its way back to port.

A heavy wave of exhaustion crashed over him, and he soon drifted into a deeply satisfying sleep.

Feeling the familiar warmth and the embrace she hadn't felt in ages, she groggily rolled over, her leg instinctively hooking around his waist like an octopus. She was just about to fall back asleep wrapped in his comforting scent when a sudden realization hit her.

Where... where was she?

Why was she sleeping in the same bed as Yardley, wrapped in his arms?

A violent shudder ran through her body. She shoved him away and practically launched herself out of bed, landing on the floor.

Dazed and disoriented, she looked around the unfamiliar room, then back at Yardley lying on the bed. Suddenly feeling a chill, she glanced down and realized she was only wearing her thin tank top and underwear...

After a few seconds of pure shock, the realization set in. Her voice pitched up in alarm.

"Yardley Flynn, what the hell is going on here?"