Her cheeks were as smooth and pristine as white porcelain, her features delicate yet gentle. The way she slept—quiet, obedient, and peaceful—touched the softest part of his heart without a sound.
Just as Lilian had said, simply looking at her like this made one feel calm, serene, and content, as if time itself had paused to let life feel beautiful.
He walked over, bent down, and gently lifted her into his arms, turning to leave the studio. His original intention was to place her on the bed so she could sleep comfortably. But no sooner had he set her down than she woke up.
When her eyes opened, she stared at him above her, bewildered. In that instant, Bert's heart raced. He worried she might think he intended something inappropriate. His first instinct was to get up immediately, but then he realized it was too late. Gathering his courage, he planted his hands firmly at her sides, making no move to evade her gaze. His dark eyes burned straight into hers.
