Chapter 55 It’s Late, Let’s Sleep
Perhaps exhausted from the banquet, Kate quickly drifted off to sleep on the sofa.
When Eric finished his work and entered the living room, he found Kate completely immersed on the sofa, her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.
There was a flicker of curiosity in Eric’s gaze as he observed Kate, his lips pressed together. Her demeanour at the banquet earlier was so unexpected–assertive, radiant, and decisive. She intervened fiercely, kicking down doors to rescue Hendrick and even threatening Simon.
All of these actions seemed out of character for Kate, yet she had done it all.
Eric’s gaze darkened, his presence turning colder. A subtle air of pressure and frost enveloped him with a glint of iciness in his eyes. Slowly, he moved closer to Kate, as if he intended to envelop her entirely.
In her half–awake state, Kate seemed to sense his approach, and she groggily opened her
eyes.
As she blinked her eyes open, she found Eric standing before her, his gaze intense and his demeanour slightly subdued.
His expression was stern and aloof, his eyes icy as they scrutinised her, but the chill dissipated. instantly upon. their cyc contact.
Pretending not to notice the chill in his eyes, Kate weakly reached out towards Eric, her voice gentle and soothing like that of a just–awakened kitten. “Eric, want a hug?”
Eric pursed his lips as he watched her, but remained still.
Seeing his lack of response, Kate clumsily rose to her feet and threw herself into Eric’s embrace, nuzzling her head against his chest, finding a comfortable position, and clinging to him tightly.
Eric lowered his gaze to the petite woman who had willingly nestled into his arms, clinging to him like a boneless creature. A hint of resignation flickered in his eyes.
“It’s late. Time to sleep.”
Eric’s momentary resignation was evident in his calm tone.
“Mm.” Kate murmured in agreement.
The weight that had been burdening her mind had finally been lifted, having saved Hendrick and restored the Lowe family’s honour. With a light sniff of the crisp pine scent on Eric’s face, drowsiness washed over her in gentle waves.
Curled up under the covers, Kate slept soundly.
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