Chapter 58

(Emily's POV).

“Why are you still awake, Love?” Mike asked, his voice laced with sleep as he entered the dimly lit room.

I looked up from my book, the pages slightly wrinkled from my restless fingers.

“Just reading,” I replied, putting the book down on the table beside me.

As I climbed onto the bed, the familiar warmth radiated from him, wrapping around me like a cozy blanket.

I sat beside him, watching the way he propped himself up on one elbow, a flicker of concern crossing his handsome face.

“You’re still thinking about Ellen, aren’t you?”

His question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken worries. I searched his eyes, looking for honesty, trying to decipher the layers behind that charming facade he often wore.

But Mike was a professional at masking his thoughts; it was hard to tell when he was being completely truthful.

He also knew what made me couldn't sleep, that was why he asked.

“Just a little,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

The truth was, Ellen’s presenc