Chapter 60

There was a single night light staying lit within the ward, but it was quite dim.

Still, Isaac ensured that Irene was sound asleep before closing the door behind him and walking to her bed.

He studied her, and saw that the color had returned to her face. It was the case over the past few days, and her cheeks were now almost vibrant and her lips a French pink hue. Her jet-black hair was spread loosely, with a strand sprawled over her brow, but that only adds to her attractiveness.

Isaac could not help reaching out to caress her cheek, the tips of his fingers feeling the delicate texture of it.

He furrowed his brow.

Perhaps his touch tickled her, for Irene turned her head, and Isaac promptly withdrew his hand.

"Urgh…"

Irene turned around in bed, and kept sleeping with her back facing him.

She shrugged off her blanket when she turned, so Isaac pulled it over her before lying down beside her on what space was left on the bed. He leaned his face against her nape, and wrapped an arm