Primrose found herself sleeping on something strange. The bed wasn't as soft as usual, and it felt warm, almost too warm.
As she slowly opened her eyes, she realized she wasn't lying on her bed at all. Instead, her head was resting against Edmund's chest. His steady heartbeat echoed softly in her ear, rising and falling like a quiet lullaby.
In an instant, her eyes fluttered fully open, and she blinked in disbelief.
How … how in the name of her great ancestor did she end up sleeping on his body?!
When she lifted her head, she saw something even more shocking. Edmund was still awake, his icy-blue eyes locked onto hers like a predator watching its prey all night.
What time is it?
Before she could fully process the situation, she heard him speak in a hoarse voice. "Morning, wife."
Morning?
Primrose turned her gaze towards the window, and to her shock, the sunlight was already shining so brightly that it briefly blinded her.
