Chapter 143

Lying on his rock-hard torso was obviously nowhere near as comfy as a soft bed, but even so, Elsie slept soundly, knocked out for less than three hours. She stretched instinctively when she woke. The arm slung around her waist tightened a bit as William held her steady. “You’re awake?” He had a tablet in one hand, browsing through some private equity proposal. Elsie glanced at the time. She’d slept longer than she thought, and William had just stayed like that the whole time holding her? “Your arm’s not sore? Why didn’t you wake me?” William smiled. “If I can’t even hold you for a nap, how am I supposed to be your husband?” As he spoke, he set the tablet aside, gave her flushed cheek a gentle pinch, and asked, “Hungry? Want something to eat?” Elsie nodded, climbed off him, slipped on her shoes, and headed to the restroom to freshen up. By the time she came out, Eric had already brought up their lunch. Crispy rice seafood stew in yellow croaker broth, thick and savory with big shrimp ad