142: The Feeling of Being Held

The night grew darker, and in the bedroom, only a few rays of moonlight stubbornly seeped through the curtains, casting a faint glow onto the bed.

Lizzie opened her eyes and shifted slightly. Without Bruno's embrace and warmth, she felt a chill even under the silk sheets. She turned her head and looked at his sleeping face. Even his sharp features, usually so cold, appeared softened with a hint of tenderness.

He said he wanted her love, her heart. Could she give it to him? Her delicate hand gently caressed his face, and a different sensation spread across her left chest. When her soft hand brushed against his face, an electric current surged through her.

The man before her suddenly opened his eyes, his large hand holding onto her small hand. "It's so late, and you still can't sleep. Did I not tire you out enough?" He casually spoke, his gaze fixed on Lizzie.

In the dim moonlight, Bruno saw the radiance on her fair face, and in that instant, his heart skipped a beat. But it was only fo