He reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, and Adam Walker sighed softly in the dark.
He was leaving today, truly reluctant to part.
But...
Bathed in the morning light, he gazed at the duchess's face on the pillow and frowned again.
What should he do?
She was a duchess, not only having a company and work here but also holding a seat in Parliament.
He was a general, also bound by his own duties.
Were they destined not to stay together?!
Outside the window, the sky was growing brighter.
The duchess on the pillow was still sleeping peacefully, her lips curved into a gentle smile of contentment. Adam Walker's mood, however, became slightly heavier, troubled not by anything else but by the impending separation.
Observing the sky, he quietly got out of bed, took a shower, and deliberately picked out the clothes she bought for him the day before to change into. He then tiptoed downstairs.
