Chapitre 79: Fall of Robbens

"Good morning, my beloved star," I whisper, gently brushing a few stray strands of Noelle's hair aside. His soft, peaceful face stirs slightly, and then he blinks his eyes open, still groggy from sleep. He's so unbearably cute like this.

"Thorne...?" he murmurs in that sleepy voice that never fails to melt my heart.

A quiet chuckle escapes me as I take in his adorably drowsy expression.

"Why are you all dressed up so early?" Noelle asks, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. The motion causes the sheets to slip down, revealing his pale skin adorned with red marks—my marks, the undeniable proof of last night. They stand out vividly against his delicate complexion, and for a moment, I can't help but admire how beautiful he looks.

"I have something to take care of today," I explain softly, my eyes still lingering on him. "I'm not sure when I'll be back."