When Penelope Askary opened her eyes, the woman could feel her hand being held very tightly.
Her golden eyes then turned to the side, toward a chair that was right beside her bed. There, Ethan Askary sat. His head rested on the head of the chair. His eyes were closed and his face looked a little pale. Fatigue showed on his handsome face. Ethan's hands gripped hers tightly, as if afraid she would disappear if he didn't do this. This made Penelope feel the warmth inside her. She smiled faintly and felt much better than yesterday. The high fever she had last night seemed to have recovered.
"My Lady, are you awake?"
The question made Penelope blink and turn to her other side. Philleo Aaron was standing there, looking at her gently and smiling faintly. It wasn't just his expression that looked relieved, but also the look in his eyes.
