Chapter 88: THE BLOSSOMING LOVE

As the morning sun stretched its golden fingers through the open window, the gentle breeze danced with the white curtains, casting playful shadows across the room. Wrapped in the soft embrace of a cozy blanket, Dahlia stirred from her slumber, her senses gradually awakening to the tranquil beauty of the morning. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she basked in the warmth that enveloped her, a sense of peace settling over her like a comforting shroud.

With a languid grace, she turned her gaze to the other side of the bed, half-expecting to find William's familiar form nestled there. Yet, the space beside her lay empty, a silent testament to his absence. A tender smile graced her lips as her slender fingers traced the imprint of his presence on the rumpled sheets, her mind retracing the intoxicating memories of the night before.