In the same room he had once hesitated to enter, Christian sat comfortably with Anastasia in his arms, her back against his chest as he gently swayed from side to side, a quiet, content smile on his face.
Is this what happiness feels like?
Simply holding Anastasia like this, with her safely back at his side, filled him with a sense of fulfillment he had never experienced before.
It was greater than the feeling of breaking through to a new mastery stage, greater than obtaining a new skill, and even greater than the satisfaction of destroying that mountain in Alaska.
Nothing could compare to this.
Christian lowered his head and buried his face in her silky hair, quietly breathing in her familiar scent. After a while, as if the thought had only just occurred to him, he suddenly said, "I want to go out. Travel somewhere and see the world, just the two of us."
"Okay," Anastasia answered at once.
