Chapter 172 You Are Their Queen

• My energy was already depleted, and that little dose of champagne tipped me over the edge into irresistible sleepiness. The servants had changed our sheets and re-set the bed while we were at dinner. I was out of my dress and tucking myself under the covers in minutes.
• Nolan changed into some black silk pajama pants and a tank top, and brought his laptop with him to bed. He sat beside me while I drifted off. He would type a little, then stroke my hair absentmindedly; type more, pet my hair… till I was soothed into a deep slumber.
• “Hey.”