Before they knew it, the front gates of Count Payson’s estate came into view through the carriage window.
It was time to wake Luvianah.
After a brief hesitation, Elion finally reached out and gently shook her shoulder.
“Luvianah, we’re almost there.”
“Mmm… ugh…”
She only stirred slightly, still deep in sleep.
Perhaps sensing the magic flowing through his body, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his arm and nestled even closer into his embrace.
A fierce impulse surged within him—to just hold her tightly, right there.
His gaze lingered on her rounded forehead, her small, cute nose, and those alluring red lips that he suddenly longed to kiss.
But he had to resist.He couldn’t give in now.
If he did, the emotional dam he’d barely held together over the past two weeks would collapse in an instant.
Elion shook her shoulder a little harder.
“Luvianah, wake up. We’re home.”
“Ugh…”…
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