Moving aside the tightly sealed counter, an unexpected opening appeared before Deirdre. It was pitch black inside, hindering her vision. However, what startled her even more than the sight behind the counter was the fact that she had unlocked it with her own fingertips.

It was a fingerprint lock. Yet, she had never registered her fingerprints or used fingerprint unlocking before. Deirdre felt immense surprise, her tightly clenched hand radiating warmth.

"Why?" she questioned with trembling lips. "Why can my fingerprint unlock it?"

Brendan didn't answer but suddenly embraced her tightly, exerting strong force.

Deirdre listened to his steady breathing and heartbeat, unable to fully comprehend the impact within her heart.

"When did it happen?" she asked.

Brendan rubbed his chin against her forehead. "I forgot."

Indeed, he had forgotten when this idea first occurred to him. Perhaps it happened one day when he saw the peacefully sleeping woman curled up on the sofa, thinking that som