Taya nodded, her tired eyes filled with a flicker of exhaustion. She forced herself to stay awake, afraid of making him angry.

Seeing her like this, Griffon tightly embraced her waist, feeling a pang of heartache. She was so small and frail, he could hold her waist with just one hand.

Griffon's hand gently caressed her thin back as he ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her. "If you're tired, just sleep."

His tone softened, as if he wasn't angry or blaming her anymore.

Finally, Taya rested her head on his firm and sturdy chest and closed her eyes lightly.

The man who held her in his arms didn't...