Chapter 74

Rosalie’s POV Soren and I fell into a bit of a routine. He’d come over almost every night, if he was at home and not away on business, and I’d play the piano and sing a lullaby or other soothing song, and most of the time he would return to his mansion. But once in a while, he’d end up falling asleep on my sofa. When that happened, we’d have breakfast together, and then he’d go off to work or to his business trip, and I’d go on about my day. No matter how late it was when he came over, or how busy his day was, he always brought me a gift of some sort. It amazed me that he could be so thoughtful. Books, accessories, chocolates—once even a teddy bear, which I thought I’d save for the baby but ended up putting on my bed—all of those gifts graced my shelves. Usually, though, he brought me flowers, despite the fact that I had an entire garden of them outside my door. “What are you planning to do today?” Soren asked one morning over breakfast. He normally asked that over breakfast, but this