The Eldest Young Master Grant couldn't help but stride quickly over to Lily Shaw, clearly seeing her eyes tightly shut and her little hands hugging her knees, and she was still in the same clothes as before, which meant she'd been waiting in the living room for him to come home this whole time.
The coldness between his brows was brushed away by her cute sleeping posture, instantly softening into his usual tenderness as he gently scooped her into his arms.
It was just that Lily Shaw's sleeping posture had never been very good, and she slept very lightly—he barely touched her and she woke up.
But she didn't open her eyes. She smelled that familiar scent, the scent that made her feel safe.
"Husband, I knew you'd come back." Lily Shaw nuzzled against the man's warm chest, her hoarse voice like a mewling kitten, soft and lingering.
Aiden Grant's lips parted and closed again, a surge of emotion he'd never felt before welling up in his eyes.
