Chapter 88

Caleb's heart softened. He stood by the bed and silently crouched down to gaze at Yasmin, as if she were a rare and precious treasure. He lifted her wrist and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand, then another at the corner of her lips. Then, he took out the scar cream he'd brought and gently applied it to her wound. A soft murmur escaped Yasmin's lips. Her brows were knitted together, as if she'd been disturbed in her sleep. Caleb paused and waited for her to settle before continuing. His expression remained calm throughout. During those few seconds when Yasmin stirred, he simply watched in silence and waited. A part of him hoped she'd wake up. He was curious to know what kind of reaction she'd have to see him standing in her locked bedroom in the middle of the night. Would she be sarcastic or outright furious? In that moment, he'd be all she could see. Suddenly, Yasmin stirred in her sleep. The covers slipped to reveal a white shirt she was wearing. It was his white shirt he'