The sun rays hit my face, breaking my deep slumber. I tried to move, but something heavy was on my chest. What is it? I thought in half-sleep. I reached my hand to check, only to grab the soft hair of someone. My grip might have been a little tight as the person groaned. Hair? Person? I opened my eyes as I processed my own words.
I nearly screamed as I saw Noah's head resting on my chest. What the hell is this? I mentally screamed. I looked at his face—it was the first time I had seen Noah this close. With his eyes closed, I could see how long his lashes were. My eyes moved to his perfect nose and then to his lips.
My heart raced as I noticed his lips brushing the side of my bosom. I could have imagined anything about how we would wake up today—like me draped all over him or him already gone, leaving me alone—but not this. Noah Anderson hugging me like a kola in sleep. Well, at least my day started with seeing the crush of most women in this city, so it's not that bad, I think.
Determined to escape this awkward situation, I carefully reached to move his head, inching my hand underneath him. That turned out to be a terrible idea. The moment I shifted, Noah stirred, letting out a soft hum before snuggling even closer to me.
My breath hitched as his arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against him. His head moved slightly, and suddenly, his lips brushed against my collarbone, sending a jolt of warmth through me.
I stood frozen, my body stiff as if time had slowed to a crawl. What felt like an eternity passed before Noah stirred, his movements indicating he was waking up. Panic surged through me. What do I do?! Not wanting to face the awkwardness of the situation, I squeezed my eyes shut, pretending to still be asleep.
But instead of simply moving away, Noah leaned closer. His warm breath brushed against my ear, sending an unexpected wave of tingles across my skin.
"Good morning, Mrs. Anderson," he murmured softly, his deep voice laced with a teasing warmth. Before I could even process his words, I felt the gentle pressure of his lips as he kissed the tip of my nose. My heart practically leaped out of my chest.
Did he just... kiss me?! My thoughts spiraled, but before I could react, Noah moved swiftly. For a brief moment, I panicked, thinking he had seen through my pretense, but instead, he adjusted the blanket over me with care. Then, to my surprise, he pulled the curtains closed, blocking out the sunlight.
"There, now you can sleep better," he said calmly, as if his actions hadn't just turned my entire world upside down.
Sleep? I thought incredulously. How could I possibly sleep after that? His actions might have stopped the light from disturbing me, but they had thoroughly disturbed my peace. As he walked out of the room, I stared after him, completely flustered.
What. The. Hell. You kissed me, Mr. Anderson!
Still unable to digest what had just happened, I rolled onto the bed, curling and uncurling like a restless child.
Getting ready, I walked downstairs, only to find Noah and Grandpa already having their breakfast. Grandpa's warm smile greeted me the moment he noticed me.
"Oh, sweetheart, good morning," he said cheerfully, his voice brimming with affection.
"Good morning, Grandpa," I replied with a smile of my own. My gaze shifted to Noah, and as soon as I saw him, a small blush crept onto my cheeks as the memory of earlier surfaced in my mind.
"Good morning," I mumbled softly, hoping my voice didn't betray my flustered state.
"Good morning," Noah replied, his voice calm yet deep, making my heart skip a beat. To my surprise, he stood up and pulled a chair out for me, the gentlemanly gesture catching me off guard.
I hesitated for a moment before sitting down, unsure how to respond. My mind was still spinning from the events of the morning, and now his chivalrous behavior was only adding to my confusion.
Our breakfast proceeded in silence, but it wasn't awkward—it felt peaceful, Grandpa occasionally hummed a tune as he enjoyed his meal.
As I nibbled on my toast, I snuck a glance at Noah, who seemed utterly unbothered, quite contrast from the Noah I saw in morning. My mind drift in different direction, the way Noah behave, he seems to comfortable to be around me. It's like he has already considered me one of part of his world.
As we finished our breakfast, Noah glanced at me, his expression calm yet firm. "Let me drop you off at your company," he offered, his voice steady.
"No, it's alright. I can go on my own," I tried to decline politely, not wanting to trouble him.
But before I could insist further, Grandpa chimed in with his warm yet persuasive tone. "Noah's right. You two should go together. It's better that way," he said, his eyes twinkling with a subtle nudge of encouragement.
I hesitated, glancing between Grandpa and Noah. I didn't have the heart to disappoint Grandpa, especially when he looked so pleased with the idea. Letting out a small sigh, I relented, "Alright, let's go then."
"Alright grandpa see you at evening." I said as we stood up. The feeling of mix of nervousness crept in my mind as I followed Noah, my eyes went towards the car parked at the front, assistant Cheng was already here. " Good morning sir, Good morning mrs Anderson." He greeted us, I was still not use to this title, " morning mr Cheng. " He open the car door for us. I got inside first, and Noah followed behind. " Take us at starlet entertainment first. " Noah said before we drove off.