Aside from her habit of cuddling a pillow, she was a flawless sleeper!
What a little liar. All that nonsense about grinding her teeth, snoring, sleepwalking, and kicking was entirely fabricated.
Bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight, Julius quietly admired her beautiful sleeping face for a very long time.
...
The next morning.
When Stella woke up, Julius was already out of bed. He wasn't in the room, so he had likely taken the elevator down to the first floor in his wheelchair.
She had slept exceptionally well. Having someone beside her didn't keep her awake at all; in fact, she had drifted off quickly.
It seemed that sharing a bed with him had zero negative impact.
After freshening up, she headed downstairs.
Sure enough, she found him chatting with Nadine in the living area.
Nadine greeted her with extraordinary enthusiasm. "Chloe, you're up! Come over here, let's grab some breakfast."
Stella walked over to push Julius's wheelchair. "Nadine, you don't have to wait for me in the mornings. My wake-up times can be pretty unpredictable."
It made her feel slightly guilty to have an elder wait on her for a meal.
"It's just for today! This is your first breakfast as newlyweds, so we absolutely had to wait. The kitchen prepared a magnificent spread for you two. Let's hurry over to the dining room."
When the three of them reached the dining room, the food was already laid out on the table.
It was indeed lavish, far surpassing even the most high-end hotel brunch buffets.
Lobster bisque, caviar tarts, truffle pastries, red rice prawn rolls, premium pepper steaks, delicate miniature quiches, steamed ribs, artisan smoothies, coffee, and fresh milk...
It was an overwhelming amount of food. Could three people really finish all this?

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