Chapitre 129: When will you recover?

"What are you doing here?" she questioned him, slowly sitting up on the bed. 

She raised her hand to tie her long hair in a bun, exposing her slender neck. 

Ryle could see the ''artworks'' that he had left there and his eyes shone. 

The satin nightdress slipped from her shoulder, settling near her elbows. 

Ryle sucked in a deep breath as he glanced at the untarnished hand that greeted his view. The fact that it was soft, supple and still unmarked bothered him quiet a bit. 

When Daisy did not get a response from him, she raised her head to look in his direction only to find him gazing at her hand with a thoughtful expression. 

She was about to question him again but Ryle placed his laptop aside on the couch and strode towards her. 

''When I woke up, I realized that I have been abandoned so I came looking for you,'' he cupped her face and bent to her level before stealing a kiss from her lips.