CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
It was a rather chilly when they drove into Liam’s lavish abode in Cornwall, and well, just thirty minutes after it had clocked eleven at night. Victoria had spent almost the entire flight and drive, finding comfort in her own slumber land.
“We are here, Your Royal Highness,” Sebastian announced.
When Liam turned to wake her up, the words died in his mouth at the sight of her dead asleep. Her snores were inaudible, the rise and fall of her chest so rhythmical but it was her beauty that entranced him for a few seconds or so. Streaks of her dark curly hair had fallen a bit over her right eye and as tempting as it was to reach out and run his fingers over the side of her face, he couldn’t afford to wake her up, at least not just yet. A smile reached touched his face as
