But, he still woke up very early.
In the past, he was always alone on the big bed when he woke up, but today was different; there was another person in his arms.
Jasmine Yale was resting on his arm—she wasn't a calm sleeper, she had been facing away from him at night, but now she had turned around and was facing him.
Her fuzzy little head was burrowed in his embrace, rubbing against him from time to time, seemingly sleeping sweetly.
A gentle, warm smile curled on the corners of Sylvan Cheney's lips.
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
Sylvan Cheney pressed the button for the automatic curtains, and they opened slightly.
The sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting its warmth onto the wooden floor, filling the grand bedroom with a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, oozing tenderness everywhere.
The sky outside was a light blue, and Sylvan Cheney alternated between looking at the sky and the Jasmine Yale in his arms.
His large hand held her tight.
