Daniel stayed by Chantelle's bedside for two hours before drifting off to sleep.
Lately, he hasn't been sleeping well. But this time, he slept better than he had in a long time.
When he woke up in the morning, he felt refreshed. His mood was great.
He couldn't tell if his deep sleep was the reason or if Chantelle's presence had something to do with it.
Daniel sat in his office, staring at the computer screen, but his mind was elsewhere.
He kept thinking about what had happened that morning.
The person beside him had clutched him like a frightened child, and her small hands gripped him tightly as if afraid he'd leave her alone.
Her faint scent instantly calmed him, too.
I wonder if she is awake now?
Will she remember that I stayed by her side when she had a fever?
No, she never cared about things like that. She wouldn't remember…