As midnight approached, Freya felt sleepy. She put down her book, switched off her bedside lamp, and lay down, ready for sleep. She anticipated difficulty falling asleep, as it had been a long time since she’d shared a bed with Matteo. However, she then realized that once Matteo finished his work, he might go out to see Raven. He wasn’t necessarily staying overnight. With this thought, she drifted off, unknowingly falling asleep to the rhythmic sound of his typing.

She slept soundly, feeling the warmth of the covers. It was incredibly comfortable. Just as she was about to wake, she felt a warm breath on her ear. And it seemed like she was holding someone…

When she realized what was happening, her body stiffened, and she instantly awoke. She opened her eyes and saw that she was lying on her side, in Matteo’s embrace. He had both arms wrapped around her, and his legs were intertwined with hers; he was sleeping deeply. The two of them were so close, there was almost no space between them. Freya could clearly feel the warmth of his chest and hands.

She was sure she had slept peacefully the previous night. Before falling asleep, she had intentionally positioned herself on the edge of the bed, thinking that even if she ended up in the same bed as Matteo, there would be a large gap between them, and they wouldn’t touch. So, how did they end up like this? Unless… unless Matteo, already accustomed to sleeping in a hug with Raven, had, in his drowsiness, mistaken her for Raven and pulled her into his arms…

As she considered this, Freya pulled her hand away from Matteo’s chest, slowly clenching it into a fist. She moved slightly, trying to extricate herself from his embrace. Perhaps her movement startled him, as Freya felt his arms tighten slightly, pulling her back. Freya froze. A kiss landed on her forehead, and he whispered, “Sleep a little longer.”

Freya knew those words weren’t meant for her. After all, they had been married for many years, and Matteo had never held her like this while sleeping. A good morning kiss was even more impossible. Freya was certain Matteo had mistaken her for Raven. She bit her lip, her eyes slowly reddening with unshed tears.

Matteo did not wake up. Freya looked at him, suppressing the bitterness in her heart. After taking a deep breath, she slowly pulled away and extricated herself from his arms. They were so close that even a slight movement would inevitably disturb him. Sure enough, just as she removed his hand from her waist and was about to pull her legs free, Matteo woke up. Their eyes met.

As Matteo came to his senses and realized the situation, he must have realized he’d embraced the wrong person. He paused for a moment and then released his legs. Freya quickly retracted hers, turned over, and without looking at him, moved to the edge of the bed, put on her slippers, and went to the bathroom.

When she came out, Matteo was gone. As she stepped out of the room, she noticed him, still in his sleepwear, talking on the phone at the end of the corridor. Freya glanced at him but quickly averted her gaze and went downstairs. Grandma Wilson had already woken up. After a while, Isabella came downstairs as well. Grandma Wilson smiled, “Since everyone is awake, let’s have breakfast.” Isabella cheerfully replied, “Okay!”

As soon as Isabella finished speaking, Matteo also came downstairs and sat next to Freya. Remembering what had happened that morning, Freya shifted slightly in her seat, creating more distance between them. As Isabella ate her noodles, she looked at Matteo and, as if recalling something, blinked her pretty eyes and asked, “Does Daddy like to sleep with Mommy, too?”

Freya, who was drinking her noodle soup, nearly choked. Matteo didn’t respond. Freya’s face, already red from choking, felt even more awkward. Her expression became unnatural. Grandma Wilson, however, was quite happy to hear this. “Oh? Why do you say that, Isabella?”

“Just now, when I woke up, I went to Mommy’s room to find her, and I saw that Mommy was being hugged by Daddy…”

Grandma Wilson chuckled, suddenly understanding, and teasingly looked at Freya and Matteo. Matteo remained silent. Freya’s face became even more unnatural. She knew that the person Matteo wanted to embrace was not her. At that moment, her phone rang. It was a call from Grandma Miller. Freya answered, “Grandma.”