Chapter 34

The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Prescott was already awake. Even if he'd barely gotten over five hours of sleep, it felt like the best rest he'd had in a long time-something that rarely happened given his usual insomnia. And honestly, it was all thanks to Camila. He lay there for a moment, his dark eyes quietly fixed on her peaceful sleeping face. After a while, he carefully turned and got out of bed, trying not to make a sound. What even he didn't realize was that during these few times together, he'd started treating her with this odd kind of softness, something very unlike his usual self. It was only a little after five, he had no reason to get up this early-could've easily slept for another hour or two. But nope, here he was, up and moving just so he wouldn't disturb her rest. Truth be told, Prescott was never really cold-hearted. He just kept the softer parts of himself buried deep. And somehow, Camila always managed to unknowingly reach that hidden pla