Chapter 215 An Indirect Invitation

The next morning, Lila woke to a room flooded with brilliant sunlight. It was too quiet. She jerked her head toward the couch. It was empty. Only a neatly folded blanket remained, as if the events of the previous night had never happened. Rhett's tall, silent silhouette and his deep voice of agreement felt like a dream that had been scattered by the morning light. Lila's heart sank uncontrollably, a wave of loss washing over her. Just then, three rhythmic knocks sounded at the door. Lila paused, then threw off the covers and got out of bed. When she opened the door, Rhett was standing there. He had changed into a crisp casual outfit—looking refreshed—restoring his usual air of untouchable nobility. He held a breakfast bag in one hand and a slim laptop in the other. "Here's breakfast," he announced. Without waiting, he walked straight to the balcony, slid open the glass door, and connected to a video conference back home. Lila held the still-warm breakfast bag, her feelings