Chương 109: Mornings With Her.

As morning light seeped through the curtains, Salviana blinked awake, stretching slightly as the warmth of the bed enveloped her. 

She turned, only to find Alaric lying beside her, his gaze unwavering, watching her intently. His hair was tousled, and they were shadows of fatigue under his eyes, yet his expression was soft, his lips curved into a gentle smile. 

He had come back to his wife after the meeting and watching her now assured him that it was the right decision, she was ethereal.

"Good morning," Salviana murmured, feeling warmth rise to her cheeks under his steady gaze.

"Good morning, Fiery," he replied, his voice low and tender. His hand moved to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek.