Chapter 44 FORTY-THREE

ARLEIGH'S POV The surrounding was quiet and I don't know how long I was sitting on the sofa. Laurent was silent beside me and I am not sure if he was uncomfortable. His hand was wrapped around my shoulder and I was leaning on him. A blanket was wrapped around us. I was staring at the ceiling and at the same time, I was listening to him breathe. I can't tell if he was sleeping already or not. He probably is sleeping. It's almost half past three in the morning. It was cold so I shifted my feet so they would be covered by the blanket too but then just in time when I moved, I also felt his hand squeezing my shoulder. I looked at him slowly and I saw his eyes are closed but his forehead creased. "Laurent," I called, my voice already a whisper. He did not respond and that's when I knew he was still sleeping. I should look away. I shouldn't be this close to him in the first place. But earlier, while I was sobbing, he helped me sit on the sofa and wrapped a blanket around my shoulder. And whil