Chapter 27 A Crying Tommy

The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. I blinked, disoriented for a moment, unsure of where I was.

Then it all came rushing back—the night before, the heated arguments, the tears, and finally, the comfort I’d found in Richard’s arms.

But now, as I slowly turned to face him, the man who was always so stern and distant, he seemed oddly peaceful in his sleep.

His usual frown was gone, replaced by a calm expression that made him look younger, almost vulnerable. For a long time, I just lay there, studying his face.

The slight stubble on his jawline, the way his dark lashes rested against his cheeks, and the soft rise and fall of his chest. In sleep, he was an entirely different person—a far cry from the man who often scowled at me or spoke with that cold, detached tone.

As I watched him, I felt a strange mix of emotions. There was still that lingering hurt from our previous interactions, but seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but won