Chapter 399: Frenchies Being A Poor Soul

Coming Back To Dixon Palace,

The night was quite outside except the light tune of drizzle that had started pouring down a while ago. Cedric was still awake, sat beside the bonfire and was flipping through the documents in his hand. Habit was indeed a terrible thing. He tried to catch some sleep fast but whenever he laid down on the bed, he felt an emptiness around him. Only for a few days that she came here yet changed his habit so terribly.

Now the situation was so bad that he couldn't even think of going back to bring her here. She was staying in Elizabeth's room. Cedric was afraid that she would be angry on him if he went to bring her back here. Unable to fall asleep, he had only one way to distract his emotions which was working.

An exhausted sigh came through his lips as his eyes averted back on the empty bed. Though she didn't let him touch her during her sleeping time, he was contented enough to share the same bed with her.