Chapter 131 Wilted bed of roses

The morning sun cast a golden glow through the tiny cabin window, painting a warm stripe across the floor. Jane stirred, the rhythmic creaking of the ship a familiar lullaby. For a moment, she lay still, savoring the warmth of Lucian's body pressed against hers. Last night, a night fueled by passion and the storm's fury, felt like a distant dream. A jolt of reality hit her as she remembered the events that unfolded. Shame and confusion battled within her. This marriage of convenience, meant as a mere cover, had taken a drastic turn. She stole a glance at Lucian, his face peaceful in sleep. The harsh lines of his jaw were softened, his usually sharp gaze relaxed. In this unguarded moment, he looked younger, vulnerable. Taking a deep breath, Jane disentangled herself from his embrace, the movement causing him to stir. He blinked open his eyes, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he met her gaze. "Good morning, Lady Thorne," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. The formality