Chapter 1221

Oliver, who had been resting with his eyes closed on the bed, was amused by Grace, who chatted with him in her sleep-induced haze. His muffled laughter was especially noticeable in the stillness of the room. He opened his eyes and turned his head toward Grace, who was using his arm as her pillow. Her eyes were closed, but her lips twitched as if she were about to speak again. "I'm your hubby, not some old codger, Grace," Oliver gently corrected her, affectionately tapping the tip of Grace's nose. His deep, mellow voice carried a hint of amusement. He then added, "I swear, the things you were saying in your sleep could have been a conversation with Cliff in his baby babble." Grace, surrounded by love, slept soundly and was unaware of anything else. Her world was a haven of loveliness. It was perhaps the familiar and comforting scent of the room that allowed Oliver to relax completely. It wasn't long before he grew drowsy, his thoughts drifting away as he drifted to sleep. In the