Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 418

Lillian had been trying her best to stay awake, but Dennis Williams had already started telling her a story, and it wasn’t long before she was completely drawn in by his words.

At first, Camila Davis felt awkward lying on the same bed with them, but soon enough, she forgot all about it as she got caught up in the story too.

Honestly, Dennis Williams probably wasn’t that experienced at storytelling. His voice was calm and a little monotone, almost as if he was just reading straight out of the book. But with a voice like his—deep, warm, just a little rough around the edges—it didn’t really matter. There was something almost magical about it, soothing and hypnotic.

As Camila waited for Lillian to fall asleep, she found herself leaning back against the pillows, and, before she knew it, she started drifting off too.

Dennis didn’t notice at first. It wasn’t until half an hour later, when Lillian’s breathing became slow and even, that he closed the storybook and realized Camila had dozed off as well, her head tipped gently against the headboard.

Under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, she looked peaceful and sweet, just like Lillian beside her.

Dennis raised his eyebrows, then let out a quiet laugh.

Guess I really do have a knack for putting people to sleep, he thought.

He set the storybook aside and got up, but felt a little tug at his shirt. Looking down, he saw Lillian’s tiny hand clutching his sleeve, holding on for dear life.

He gently pried her fingers loose. Lillian gave a sleepy little whimper, clearly not happy about it.

Almost as if she was on autopilot, Camila reached out, still half-asleep, and patted Lillian’s back to comfort her. She shifted closer, her body leaning almost entirely over Lillian.

Dennis reacted quickly, reaching out to steady her as she nearly toppled over. Half her weight ended up against his chest, her soft, steady breath brushing along his neck.

He tensed up, glancing down at the woman in his arms.

Clearly uncomfortable, Camila snuggled in a bit, searching for a more comfortable spot, completely unaware of the effect she was having on him.

Dennis held his breath for a second, his eyes darkening. He stayed like that for a few moments before quietly exhaling and carefully laying Camila down on the bed.

She curled up protectively around Lillian, even in her sleep.

Standing by the bed, Dennis gazed at the two of them—one big, one small—and a gentle warmth filled his eyes.

He didn’t have the heart to wake Camila. Instead, he switched off the main light, leaving only the little nightlight glowing softly by the bed, and quietly slipped out of the room.

Susan was still up when he came out alone, looking a little confused. “Mr. Williams, where’s Ms. Davis?”

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