Chapter 46

“D-Darson… p-please don’t…”

As usual, at precisely four in the morning, Semion was awakened by Celeste’s faint whimpers while she was deep in sleep.

He turned on his side to look at her face. Cold sweat had gathered on her forehead, mingled with the moisture clinging to her long, thick eyelashes.

“Darson…” Celeste’s face scrunched up in distress, her body trembling.

Semion watched her with a cold, expressionless face. He left her like that for a while, unlike before, before he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

“I’m here,” he said without much emotion, gently smoothing her hair.

“Hmm…” That was when Celeste seemed to relax. Her trembling and whimpering stopped.

Semion closed his eyes again.

On their first night sharing the same bed, he remembered how much worse Celeste’s sleep disturbances had been. He didn’t know what to do since nothing would wake her up. So, he simply held her, and only then did Celeste stop calling out for her former husband.

When he asked her about it