Chapter 47

The next morning, as the tendrils of consciousness gradually wove their way back into my awareness, I felt a renewed sense of vigor. The gentle brush against my hair from Sergio's tender touch lingered in my memory, a lingering warmth that resonated even in the waking hours.

However, as I turned on my side, the space next to me was empty. A subtle pang of disappointment flickered within, but I quickly dismissed it, understanding that Sergio had responsibilities and tasks demanding his attention. I stretched languidly, shaking off the remnants of sleep, and decided to kickstart the day.

With a purposeful stride, I made my way to the bathroom. The cool tiles beneath my feet and the refreshing burst of water against my skin helped shake off any lingering grogginess. As I emerged, feeling invigorated and ready to face the day, the emptiness beside me was replaced by a newfound determination.

I headed downstairs, my steps echoing in the quiet mansion. The aroma of breakfast teased my senses