After Death, Love Unveiled

Chapter 57

Elara glanced at him. "You will?"

He looked back at her, silent but determined. With no other choice, Elara sat down on the stool. Lysander stood in front of her, grabbing a towel to gently dry her damp hair before picking up the hairdryer and starting to blow her hair. Watching his serious reflection in the mirror, Elara asked, "Have you ever dried sorneone else's hair before?"

"No, I haven't." He quietly looked at her. "What made you think that?"

Elara replied, "Seeing you blow-dry my hair, I thought maybe you've done this for someone else."

"No." Lysander continued drying her hair strand by strand. For awhile, the only sound in the hotel room was the hum of the hairdryer.

Although Elara was sitting there, today had been anything but peaceful. On the way here, she had imagined all sorts of worst-case scenarios, fearing it would be just like last time, losing her father again. Luckily, it was just a false alarm. By the time Lysander finished drying her hair, Elara was so tired she felt like she could fall asleep right there. Lysander looked at her and noticed how genuinely exhausted she seemed.

'Of course. She's been crying the whole way here. She must be worn out, he thought.

He turned off the hairdryer and said to her, "Go to bed

Elara stood up, walked over to the bed, and slipped under the covers, pulling them up to hide herself. A moment later, she opened her eyes and saw Lysander already coming out of the bathroom.

He had taken off his dress shirt, now wearing just a white T-shirt underneath

"Are you going somewhere?" Elara asked.

Lysander shook his head. "No, I'm not going anywhere. Fm staying right here. I can't leave you alone."

In a strange city, Lysander didn't feel comfortable leaving her by herself. Especially since Elara clearly wasn't happy today, probably worried about her father.

going to sleep? Elara asked. As soon as she spoke. Lysander had already pulled out a spare blanket from the closet and spread it out on the floor. "I'll sleep

making a bed on the floor, while Elara didn't bother to stop him.

and some of the streetlights from outside trickled in. But it had rained earlier, so the lights weren't that bright. Elara turned over, hearing his

bed, but Elara was still lying down. Her voice was soft and lazy. "Thank you for coming with rue today," When she first got the news, Elara had only thought about rushing over herself. She hadn't even asked

back on the pillow. T'm just glad Mr. Kensington is

Chapter 57

me today, I think I would felt

drive, the heavy rain. It was his presence

to sleep, Lysander softly said: Elara had slept through the night. When she woke up, sunlight was streaming into the room. Yesterday's rain had stopped, Sitting up in bed, she saw Lysander coming out

someone who had just stepped out of

walked to the door, picked up a bag and brought it over. They

She hadn't brought any clothes with her yesterday, and now she finally had something fresh to change into. She glanced at Lysander, "You're up so early?" "Yeah," Lysander nodded. Elara eyed him carefully. "Did

remembered his troubles with sleeping. Lysander glanced at

woke up and saw her lying next to him, hearing her gentle, steady breathing as she slept, he felt a sense of

two headed downstairs for breakfast. They hadn't eaten much last night after coming back from the

appetite then, felt much better after a good night's sleep. Elara even bought breakfast to

still recovering from her own injuries. She was sitting

life wasn't in danger this time, don't you think you've been spoiling

his head, giving her a sharp look. "What do you

sometimes... maybe you shouldn't

cold. "How long have you worked for me? When did Elara's matters become something

quickly apologized. "I'm sorry. I just feel that... this

had nothing to do with her. Barrett warned her sternly. "If you ever speak like that again, don't

a quick glance at the man in front of her. She had been working for "Yes, sir." Monica's eyes him for so many years now, starting as a fresh graduate who joined his company as his secretary. Over the years, she had learned a lot from him. Barrett was usually willing to teach her. Whenever she made mistakes he never held it against her, often comforting her

always become strict. Monica knew she had no right to speak about Elara. Seeing how displeased Barrett looked, she left the room quietly. Standing outside, Elara and Lysander witnessed Monica walking past without saying a