The morning sun shone on Noah's face, but his peaceful sleep didn't seem to be interrupted by it. His brows remained to be relaxed, and his eyes were still closed without force. This side of the world was already bustling, and yet Noah here continued to be in dreamland.
The warm light had come from outside. Luca had drawn the curtains because it was already noon. He tried tempting Noah with food as well, but he was so sure that Noah's own cooking was way better than the food he had on hand.
Right now, they were at another hotel in Cape Cod, booked by Theresa minutes after they finished dealing with the fire in the resort. They couldn't do much especially when dealing with the press had become their priority.
