Edward Anderson looked at the woman who had just been singing a love song, and in the blink of an eye, he could hear her faint snoring. A smile crept onto the corner of his lips.
Her slightly curled eyelashes, her pink-lit lips, her handsome yet beautiful eyebrows, her pretty facial features, and her feminine face were all uniquely Bella Scott's. They were so exquisite that he couldn't take his eyes off her.
Her face had indeed become more beautiful. People say that a girl's appearance goes through many changes as she grows up, but it seemed that her transformation came a good ten years later than most women.
He scooped her into his arms, and though it lasted only two hours, he hadn't wanted to sleep.
He knew that they would both be very busy in the future, and there would be no time for moments like these, where he could just quietly watch her.
Eventually, he didn't sleep either. He got up and quietly left.
