Later that night, she had a good night's sleep in her old room, and from tomorrow onward, she would be sleeping with him in his room.

Jackson sat by her bed and watched her as she slept. The silvery moonlight streamed through the curtain and illuminated his outline, making him look like a marble statue–majestically handsome, albeit stained with a tinge of melancholy, almost as if he was keeping a million things that were troubling his mind hidden under his brows.

It was a long time before his