The moon shone brightly against a starry sky, the night tranquil and beautiful.
Alone on the rooftop, Adele sat deep in thought, while downstairs in the villa nestled at the deepest part of the Grand Courtyard, Julia and Glades Horne also lay in bed, exchanging pillow talk.
Ivan slept in the adjacent room. There were no servants here, no nannies; Julia personally soothed her son to sleep. Fortunately, the little guy was obedient and fell asleep as soon as he was lulled.
Resting in the strong arms of her husband, listening to his steady heartbeat, inhaling his masculine scent tinged with a light cologne, and caressing her still flat belly, Julia spoke not with a sigh but with speculation, "I wonder how far Noah Reyes and Adele have progressed."
