Chapter 184 Passionate Morning

Evelyn My eyes were the first to flutter open, the soft morning light spilling through the curtains, casting a golden glow over our tangled bodies beneath the duvet. As my senses slowly returned—dulled by the haze of last night—everything began to feel real again. Jacob had brought me to his room, and for once, I woke up not haunted by the cruel edge of dreams that had tormented me for days. There was no phantom emptiness beside me. No illusion that would dissolve with the morning.