Chapter 190 An Encounter

The bedroom humidifier released a fine mist, adding a hint of orange scent to the air. Emelie lay deeply asleep, cocooned in white blankets, her form reminiscent of a delicate dandelion. Wesley sat beside her on the bed, lifting the covers without worrying about waking her. His actions flowed effortlessly, conveying a sense of natural intimacy between them. Emelie, sensitive to the cold, wore a long-sleeved cotton pajama set. Wesley checked her over, then took her hand. She had a large bandage on her palm. Wesley lightly brushed his thumb over its edge. After a while, he put her hand back and adjusted the blanket. "Eme," he softly called. Wesley didn't linger in Emelie's room. After about ten minutes, he closed the door and left 1702. He pressed the elevator button and went down. As the elevator descended, the doors parted before him. He met William's gaze, their eyes locking. … Emelie slept in the next morning. She woke up feeling relaxed, stretching lazily and comfortably