Looking down, Matilda Jenkins was leaning against his chest, sleeping soundly.
Only then did he realize it wasn't a dream; he truly had come back.
For so many days, waking up every morning to face a cold room, a cold bed, he was almost in despair.
Now, he could finally, just like in his dreams, hold her as he fell asleep, hold her as he woke up—whether it was dawn or night, she was there.
Nolan Morrison gently kissed her forehead.
He didn't want to move, and since his scenes were all in the afternoon, there was no need to rush. He reached out for his mobile phone and pressed the power button.
Once the mobile phone started, Nolan Morrison's phone immediately showed dozens of missed calls and over ten text messages, some from Sister Mei, some from Scarlett Glenn.
Nolan Morrison was puzzled; why so many missed calls? What was going on?
He opened the text messages, and the more he read, the darker his face became.
