Chapter 1840

Scott listened to the steady, gentle breathing of the person in his arms. He felt her body, now completely relaxed and unguarded, soft and peaceful. He opened his eyes and looked at her sleeping face. Her skin was fair and delicate, smooth enough to reveal no visible pores. Her eyelashes were long and thick, like two small brushes resting on her eyelids. Her nose was petite and graceful, with a soft, rounded tip. Her lips were a delicate pink, petal-shaped, and invitingly tempting. Scott studied her gentle features—each one was soft on its own, but together, they created a tranquility that calmed his heart. He brushed a lock of her hair with his fingertips, gazing at her for a long moment before leaning down to place a tender kiss on her forehead. Then, he closed his eyes. The sun blazed as time slipped away. Outside a renowned braised duck shop in the small town, Belle stood under a camphor tree. She quickly ended her call with Naomi, finally letting out a sigh of relief. She patt