Chapter 139 Cordelia's Message

Cordelia's tender hand perspired lightly, her warm breath mingling with the scent of alcohol wafting in the air as she nestled in the warm and reassuring embrace. Soon, she drifted into a peaceful slumber. In her dreams, a warm palm gently brushed her back, reminiscent of her mother soothing her to sleep in her childhood. "Mom..." Cordelia murmured softly. Startled by Cordelia's embrace akin to a cuddly bear, Benedict paused, his gaze lowering to the figure in his arms, a faint frown creasing his brow. 'Mom? Is she mistaking me for her mother?' Benedict wondered. Unable to fathom Cordelia's thoughts, Benedict observed her with her damp, innocent appearance. He didn't want to argue with the young girl. "Be good. Go back to sleep," he whispered. The next morning, Cordelia woke up refreshed, her spirits lifted considerably even from the heaviness in her chest. Surrounded by gentle warmth, she felt as if she could sink into the soft, inviting covers. However, upon opening her eyes,