Chapter 102: The Morning After the Chaos
Despite having a good intention, Lariette didn’t know Ruediger couldn’t sleep well throughout the night. Aside from being concerned with her condition, he also became more aware of the space they shared.
Ruediger lay stiffly on the bed, his body rigid against the soft mattress. His crimson locks spilled on the pillow, revealing his tensed face.
Blinking, he quietly turned his head, looking at Lariette deeply sleeping by his side.
’She sleeps so well. Thank goodness.’
Lariette also laid on her back, her fever-flushed face facing the ceiling. She bundled her long hair into a high bun before going to sleep, feeling restless by the heat.
Under the blanket, her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
In the witching hours, the room was quiet, only to be broken occasionally by their soft breathing and rustling of the bedsheet. Outside, the breeze carried the faint echoes of the waves kissing the shore.
Smiling, Ruediger returned his gaze to the ceiling, his emerald eyes glinting faintly in the dim light. Despite being tired from yesterday’s events, sleep eluded him as his mind was a storm of thoughts.
Declan promised to give results to them tomorrow, something Ruediger was hoping for.
If it was up to him, Ruediger wanted to join the interrogation and investigation. Still, he knew that he had to be careful with his movements.
If Declan didn’t give satisfying results after the investigation, Ruediger planned to take this matter into his own hands.