His Beloved Cordelia |18+ (His Beloved Series #1)

Chapter 12

Leon's brows knitted upon waking up. The slight stinging surely made him frown as a small hiss left his lips.

With his eyes still closed, Leon's hand immediately went onto his side, trying to find his wound.

"Ah." A small pained groan left his lips. As he recalled what happened.

'Hold on—!' His eyes immediately shut open, in a state of panic.

'The last thing I remember is Cordelia bandaging my wound before I fainted. What happened to her—'

His panic calmed down for a bit as he saw the familiar ceiling of his room upon opening his eyes. The panicked expression etched on his face ceased. calming down.

'I'm in my room.' He thought, confused. It was already morning, yet at that very moment, his thought wandered back to the woman in his . He couldn't help but worry over the thought of what could've happened to Cordelia.

"Right," He quietly mumbled to himself.

'Where is she?' Thought Leon. She, who he was last with.

The soft snore beside him that pierced his ears was immediately caught by his sharp senses. His eyes now on the sleeping figure, hair sprawled over the clean sheets like a mess.

Cordelia soundly slept beside Leon, but not sharing the same bed with. She was only resting her head on the soft sheets while asleep, but she was in slumber while sitting on the chair beside him.

The soft snores came from her, and Leon unknowingly found his eyes on her, whose face was hidden beneath her hair.

With one hand, Leon placed it on the sheets for support to lift his body up. "Ah." He quietly groaned once more, feeling sharp pain on his side as he sat up.

His head turned to his side, beside him, onto his right, where Cordelia was resting her head. "....." Soft snores left her lips, with her hair a mess.

Leon reached forward to her, leaning toward her at the same time. He wanted to check whether she was alright, whether she was well and without any wounds or scars. He didn't even realize what he was doing as he quietly moved the strands of hair away from her face, still asleep.

Somehow, he felt relieved that she was not injured. He found himself glad that she was fine. His eyes lingered on her sharp nose, slowly moving to her closed eyelids, then onto her lashes.

'Has her lashes always been this long?' His brows rose as he thought to himself, but soon shook his head as it dawned upon him what he was doing. 'What nonsense am I thinking...'

His eyes remained on her face, looking angelic within the soft light. He found himself unable to look away, and already in the midst of watching her sleep.

'Come to think of it, this is the first time That I've had a proper look at her.' Thought Leon.

'Before, it was often just a mere glimpse, and nothing more.'

"....." His eyes moved onto her rosy lips, slightly open as she let out gentle snores.

'I have to admit, her features are well defined.' Leon began to lose track of time because of the silence, that he was unknowingly was leaning closer.

"Nn..!" Another painful groan escaped from his lips as he stiffened from the pain. The same pain that brought him back to reality.

Leon couldn't help but notice the bloodied linen beside her hand, which then made him wonder. His eyes scanned through the room, noticing a dirtied basin of water near the bed.