Lying down beside her, Glades Horne pulled her into his embrace, allowing her to rest on his long arm. His rich voice, like a tender mother singing a captivating lullaby, soothed her, "Sleep now. You'll have to learn to get used to it."
After all, a husband and wife couldn't possibly sleep in separate rooms after their wedding ceremony.
Resting on his long arm, listening to his heartbeat, lulled by his rich voice, Julia Bluen slowly drifted into sleep.
The night continued on, now imbued with a touch of warmth.
Only when he noticed the even breathing from the woman in his arms did Glades Horne lower his head to gaze deeply at her lovely, sleeping face. His other slender hand gently, cherishingly caressed her cheek, a faint and tender smile escaping his lips.
Julia, we're finally sharing a bed.
He had once thought he'd be lying on this meticulously chosen large bed with Ruby Bluen, but at this moment, the one he was holding was Julia—a woman he had always cared for and cherished.
