Chapter 182 Hundred And Eighty Two

• ARIEL’S POV
• After settling Ethan down, I tucked the blanket around him, brushing a kiss across his forehead. His little breaths evened out quickly, soft and steady, and for a moment I lingered there watching him, tracing every detail of his innocent face with my eyes. He was my anchor, my reminder that everything I had endured had not been for nothing.
• Quietly, I slipped out of his room and closed the door behind me. The hall was warm, glowing with golden light from the chandeliers, a sharp contrast to the storm swirling in my chest. My feet carried me toward the sitting room, where Marcel was waiting, his tall frame bent slightly over a stack of papers, his brows furrowed in thought.