Chapter Forty: Sleepless Night

Later that same day at night, Angelina kept tossing and turning on her very comfortable bed. But try as hard as she may, sleep eluded her. All she could see when she closed her eyes was Maxwell's face when he uttered those profound, heartfelt words of gratitude to her.

She had seen him looking aloof and indifferent, she had seen him looking cold and distant, she had seen him looking livid and furious, she had seen him looking tormented and devastated and she had seen him looking aroused and lustful. In short, she had seen him in different kinds of moods, bearing different kinds of expressions on his prepossessing face but not that kind she saw earlier in the day. Not that warm, profound, earnest, highly touched and gracious expression she witnessed in Isabella's study room earlier on.

And that pulled the strings of her womanly heart. It didn't just make him look even more handsome and attractive, but also made him seem more approachable, more loving, more lovable. If only he could ke