Chapter 223 Bad Mother, Bad Daughter

• Almara’s Pov
• I wake up to Arthur gently pressing his warm lips against my shoulder. Despite his body heat, chills cross my body. I smile and burrow my head further into my pillow as he scoots closer from behind and holds me tightly.
• Maybe Arthur, Grace, and I can go out to breakfast today. There’s this cute little brunch boutique not far from our house that I’ve been wanting to check out- oh right.