Chapter 196 Life Goes On

• The next morning greeted me with a pre-packed bag and neatly signed paperwork, evidence that Paul had taken the initiative while I slept.
• By my side, he lay, his absence during my sleep suggesting he'd quietly attended to the necessary tasks. I touched his face, then his neck, appreciating the warmth of his breath against my cheek.
• “Good morning, Count Dracula,” I playfully mumbled. In response, he lightly bit my hand, his eyes heavy with the weight of a sleepless night. As I gazed at him, the deepening shadows under his eyes spoke of the toll his restless night had taken.