After looking after Francis for an entire day, Harper started feeling a bit sleepy. She ended up falling asleep by the bed. A few minutes after Harper dozed off, Francis woke up and opened his eyes. It seemed that he knew Harper by his side all the time, but he gently turned to her and watched her sleeping. All of a sudden, he hit her sleeping acupoint.

"Only when you're asleep, will you let your guard down," he whispered under his breath. He then sat up and looked at Harper's sleeping face. Even he himself had no idea why he would do something like this.

A gentle smile crept onto Francis' pale face as he stared at Harper's pretty face. Unable to resist the urge, he gently caressed her face, then moved her into the bed. As he held her in his arms, he felt a sense of contentment and fell asleep again.

Fred had been waiting outside the whole time. Now that it was already getting late, he thought that it was about time for him to escort Harper back to Prince Ma

est to hold back and simply replied, "Yes, I'm here to pick you up."

Still half asleep, Harper lazily stretched her neck, unwilling to move. Then, she reached out her hands and said, "Hug me."

Seeing this, Matthew couldn't help laughing. Then, he walked closer toward Harper and carried her into his arms. Completely disregarding everyone else, he walked out of the room with his wife quickly. It all happened so fast that none of them was able to see how they actually got out of the room.

They seemed to have vanished without a trace. Looking at Francis who was lying on the bed, Owen said, "Your Highness..."

"You may take your leave."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Caressing the spot where Harper had lain down, Francis felt that it was still warm. A lovely scent was left on the pillow. It had the smell of lotus. He had always thought that Harper had a sweet smell. Now, he finally came to know what she smelled like. The smell of lotus was so fresh and elegant.