Chapitre 142: Fake l

The morning came too easy than Rochester wanted. As he lay on his side, he propped his head up whilst his elbow dug into the comforter. He could not help glancing over the one who'd lain by his side.

The brilliant sun bursting inside his ambiance gave her skin a healthy glow. Rochester felt it was unreal for anyone to look as good while they slept. Her lashes were full and beautiful. In all honesty, he thought she looked like a work of art. Of course, she was. Aside from the fact he was eager; too anxious for the day her belly would become like Isabelle's, there were a lot of other reasons he'd come to respect her…

Just then, the wind blew meekly over her face, displacing a strand or two of her golden brown hair until it trickled down her face line. Rochester reached for those lazy locks of hers and gently swept them to the back of her hair.