Rhoda's POV
The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room.
My eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, I simply stared at the ceiling,g, still adjusting to the new day.
But then, out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat.
Lucian was sitting in his wheelchair positioned at the far end of the room, his face fixed on me.
His blue eyes, warm and gentle, held something deeper, something tender, something loving.
I blinked and was startled.
“What?” I asked, my voice was still low and raspy from sleep. “Is there something on my face?”
Lucian chuckled softly, his lips curving into a smile. “No,” he murmured, “you're just…beautiful “ he paused then added “And kind of cute when you sleep”
Heat rushed
