Chapter 118 Chapter One Hundred And Eighteen
- CHAPTER One Hundred and Eighteen.
- Noah's POV.
- The early morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues of gold. I lay on my side, watching her sleep, Mirabelle. My wife. The woman who had somehow managed to drive me to the brink of madness and still make me fall head over heels for her every single day.