Chapter 147: She Drives Me Crazy

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"Why do you not like me?" I asked softly, my voice barely a whisper.

The question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.

I waited, my heart pounding, but she said nothing.

"Liana?" I prompted, hoping for a response.

When I looked down, I saw her eyes closed, her breathing even and peaceful.

She was asleep.

I couldn’t help but face-palm, a mix of frustration and amusement bubbling up inside me. "Of course, you fell asleep, idiot," I muttered under my breath.

Shaking my head at her ridiculousness, a fond smile crept onto my face.

How could someone be so infuriating and endearing at the same time?

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.

Her features were so serene, so unlike the fierce, stubborn woman I was used to. At this moment, she looked vulnerable, almost childlike. My heart softened at the sight.

I gently started stroking her hair again, unable to resist the urge to be close to her.

"I missed you so much," I whispered, my voi