Chapter 166 Crossing the Line

• Wrenley lay curled on the bed, her bare shoulder bathed in dappled morning light. There was a serene beauty to her, as if time had paused just for this moment.
• But this was just another morning. Spencer stubbed out his cigarette and flicked it away, moving to the window to pull the curtains tighter, not wanting the sun to disturb her sleep.
• He lingered by the window, his eyes drifting to her peaceful form. A hint of red stained the corners of her eyes, and her pale cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, like a rosebud kissed by morning dew.