Chapter 119: Whispers…..
The morning light peeked softly through the thick curtains as two figures lay cuddled peacefully on the bed. Lilia’s breathing was slow and steady, her eyes still shut in slumber.
Zethan quietly watched her—something he did often, always memorizing his wife’s face. She was just too beautiful. Lilia was now wearing an oversized shirt, clearly one of Zethan’s. She shifted slightly, moving closer to him, and Zethan’s lips curved into a gentle smile as he felt her leg drape over his.
His lips curved into a subtle smirk as he stared at her. If only she knew her legs were draped over him, she’d be blushing like a ripe tomato. The thought made him chuckle softly. His hands slid beneath her shirt, gently caressing her curvy waist. His touch moved there so naturally, so smoothly, as if it had always belonged.
And then, suddenly, Zethan shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep—knowing full well Lilia was about to wake.
Lilia stirred slightly. As she opened her eyes, she yawned and turned toward him. From what she could see, he was probably still asleep.
A soft smile curved her lips as she whispered softly touching his face, "Who knew my husband was actually a sleepyhead?"
Zethan chuckled internally. ’If only she knew I’m awake.’
She continued, her voice tender, "No, a handsome... a very, very, very, very handsome sleepyhead."
She spoke, repeating the very in an affectionate way.
But then she stilled.
No one needed to tell him—she might’ve already realized his hand was resting on her bare waist.