Chapter 138 Layla's Burial Preparation

• Noah's strong arms encircled Hazel's waist, guiding her back to the room with a gentle care that belied the turmoil in his own heart. Her sobs had subsided, but her eyes still held a haunting sadness, a vulnerability that tugged at his soul.
• As they reached the bed, he tenderly helped her sit down, his hands lingering on her shoulders in a comforting embrace.
• "Do you need me to do anything for you, Hazel?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.