Chapter 39

Weylin Turner was sleeping peacefully, snuggling into the soft cushion of the backrest of the couch. The sun hasn't risen yet, causing the prevalence of the chilly atmosphere. Covering his ears with the blanket, he moved a bit. Suddenly, he felt like someone was moving around in the room. Initially, he ignored the sensation but the more he ignored it, the more the frequency of the steps had increased. 

Opening his right eye, he glanced at his surroundings only to find his wife walking around, wearing a short gown. 

"Hm? What's up?" Weylin gazed at her with droopy eyes. He was still half asleep as he tried to figure out what she was doing. 

"Wake up, Mr Turner," Garaine smiled, eyes sparkling with excitement.