Raised by A Considerate Fighter Chapter 65

Early in the morning of the first day of the new year, Simon woke up in Owen's arms.

The blackout curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom were heavy and hung to the ground. When they were completely closed, not a single ray of light could penetrate the room. As a result, in the half minute that Simon opened his eyes, he looked at the dim ceiling and for a moment he could not tell what day it was.

After a while, his eyes gradually adapted to the dim environment. Simon was still a little groggy. He half-closed his eyes and slowly relaxed his stiff shoulders. Just as he was about to sit up from the bed, he pushed his palms down and felt an unusually warm touch. He instantly woke up.

At this moment, his thoughts suddenly came back to him, and he finally remembered where he was.

The pillow on his neck was not a sleeping pillow, but someone's shoulder. The cover on his body was not the silk quilt in the guest bedroom, but the thin double goose down quilt that someone had bought a few years ago. As for someone...