After three continuous months of work, Rhianna finally welcomed a five-day vacation, only to find herself facing someone she didn't want to see—Rylee.
If it were her from the previous life, she might have been thrilled.
It took Rhianna some time to digest the fact that Rylee had taken marriage leave. She began to observe Rylee's living environment. The whole house had no extra decorations, and every item had its purpose. The simplicity and practicality reflected the meticulousness of a soldier in his daily life.
The house had three rooms in total: the master bedroom, a study, and a guest room. Rhianna was preparing to limp over and tidy up the guest room.
Rylee seemed to see through her intentions.
"I don't have extra blankets."
Rhianna:……
Soon, the doorbell rang.
Milton was holding a set of bedding and a blanket.
"Report, Sir. The items have been delivered. Where should I put them?"
Rylee took the items from his hands and saw Rhianna giving Milton a grateful smile.
These were things he had asked to buy, yet she was smiling so happily at Milton. Feeling displeased, Rylee took the items to the guest room to set it up.
Watching him busy himself, Rhianna sat on the sofa like a good patient. She almost thought too much—Rylee was helping her out of duty, given their years of acquaintance. Now that she wasn't making a fuss, their relationship could truly achieve harmony.
Rhianna didn't intentionally bring up their relationship again, nor did she delve into why Rylee agreed to marry her. She was genuinely letting go.
Although Rylee was on leave, his work seemed never-ending. After setting up the guest room, he stayed in the study.
Naturally, Rhianna didn't want to bother him. She was also researching for her next cameo role in a web drama.
She watched several classic police films, studying them since her cameo role was that of a national police officer.
After watching two films, she carefully studied the script Lauryn had brought, word by word. With the air conditioning on, the temperature was very comfortable, making her feel drowsy.
After going through her limited lines repeatedly for two hours, Rhianna's vision was blurred with overlapping text, and her eyelids were heavy. Since she was on vacation, she decided to take a lazy nap.
When Rylee walked out of the study, he saw a sleeping beauty on the sofa, clutching a script, with a marker pen rolled onto the floor.
Her skin was pale and delicate, her hair black and smooth. She slept so peacefully.
Rylee suddenly recalled many years ago, during a summer vacation when they were both still in school. The girl, then in middle school, had insisted on going to his house, where he had just started high school, for tutoring.
It was a similar afternoon. Rylee watched as the girl, dressed in a white cotton dress, fell asleep at the desk halfway through her workbook. The summer breeze blew, lifting her hair and stirring his heart.
Rylee leaned closer, reaching out to brush the hair from her face.
The next moment, he was holding her in his arms.
She was still so soft.
Her face was pressed against his chest, so close.
Rylee carried the drowsy Rhianna to the bedroom, not the guest room but the master bedroom.
After placing her on the bed, she naturally curled up under the covers. Indeed, the bed was the best place to sleep...
At this moment, while Rhianna slept soundly, he was standing by the bed, unusually restless.
Rylee walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette, trying to calm his agitated heart.
