Evelyn Morgan was utterly exhausted; today's classes were already packed. At noon she accompanied Logan Shaw shopping, and in the evening she cooked and cleaned, without the slightest idea that she was not on her bed at home right now.
Moreover, this embrace was so warm.
Just like the embrace her mother gave her in her memory, it could shield her from all storms and rain, allowing her to grow up happily.
"Mom…" she whispered in her dream, "Mom…"
Caden Lockwood's eyebrows tightened, and he kissed her forehead softly, holding her frail, tender body in his arms.
It was as if harboring any impure thoughts about her tonight would make him a beast.
"Sleep." he said in a deep voice, "Have a good night's rest. Ahead lies a lot of things you need to deal with."
Gently patting her back, he chuckled, wondering if he was coaxing her to sleep.
Admittedly, having lived this long, it was the first time he worried about something so trivial: worried she would wake up.
