Chapter 472

On the second day of the family banquet, guests from the Larson family were still coming and going in waves. Serena asked one of the maids to prepare a guest room so she could lie down for a bit. The moment her head touched the pillow, a heavy drowsiness washed over her. The haze of last night's passion still flickered in her mind—how she had been unraveled piece by piece, until there was nothing left of her. No wonder she'd felt so drained that morning. She barely had time to nuzzle her forehead against the pillow before slipping into a deep sleep. By the time Hugh came looking for her, all he could see was a few strands of hair peeking out from beneath the blankets. Her petite face was mostly buried in the soft pillow, and her long lashes fluttered gently with every breath. He quietly stepped onto the carpet, barefoot, and sat down on the edge of the bed to watch her for a moment in silence. Then, with a soft sigh, he murmured, almost to himself, "Why didn't you run?" If Ser