Chapter 2216
- It was not long before Amelia fell asleep, her breathing gradually steadying, the unhealthy flush fading from her pale cheeks, and her long eyelashes casting shallow shadows beneath her eyelids, like butterfly wings gently covering them.
- Carl did not leave; he moved the sofa next to the hospital bed, just close enough to reach out and touch the back of her hand.
- He draped his suit jacket over the back of the chair, the white shirt underneath neatly pressed, though the cuffs were still loosely rolled up, revealing a faint scar on his wrist.