She had endured a tearing, agonizing pain, a battle so long it had drained all her strength. And yet, miraculously, she had survived.
As the sky began to lighten, Claire Sinclair's large, round eyes were wide open, staring at the man's sleeping face. Her heart was surprisingly calm.
He was in a deep sleep, with no coarse snores or drooling. Even in slumber, he was elegant and captivating, as if he were a born king, as perfect as God's own masterpiece.
'Claire Sinclair, what kind of dumb luck did you stumble into to marry a man like this?'
'You must have saved the galaxy in a past life!'
'Heh heh, this feeling isn't half bad.'
Claire Sinclair giggled to herself. While the man was still asleep, she snuck a little kiss on his lips, then closed her eyes in satisfaction.
However, she still wasn't sleepy in the slightest—perhaps a little too excited.
