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The next day.
Calden Castle.
Lanercoast.
Quentin woke up with a peaceful feeling in his heart. He was still lying on the bed even though his eyes were open, trying to rid himself of sleepiness and the comfortable feeling of sleep on the bed.
He turned around, seeing Arabelle still asleep beautifully. Both of them slept without any clothes clinging to their bodies; last night had been a night Arabelle would never forget. Quentin had pampered and treated Arabelle like a fine lady.
The woman slept with a slight smile on her face. Quentin was touched to see the way she slept with such an expression. Quentin's left hand reached out to the side, draping the hair that blocked Arabelle's beautiful face behind her ear.
Such a gentle touch unexpectedly woke Arabelle up. The woman yawned with her arms outstretched like she was writhing.
"Good morning, Lady Arabelle," Quentin greeted.
