Here’s the English translation of the provided Korean paragraph:

The circumstances of Luke falling asleep on Bonita’s bed were as follows.

“…Oops!”

Deep dawn.

Startled by a nightmare, Bonita abruptly woke up. Looking around with a start, she sighed disappointedly.

“…It was a dream.”

Nevertheless, it was a nightmare she never wanted to dream again.

Holding the blanket, Bonita curled up her small body like a beetle.

It was a dream where she was completely alone. There was no newly met mother, and even the duke who had become accustomed to her presence was nowhere to be found.

Then, Aria’s figure appeared.

Desperately chasing her, Aria smiled beautifully and gently stroked Bonita’s head.

“Come, wait here. I’ll be back after sleeping for ten nights.”

Her words were as cold as glass beads.

Bonita instinctively realized that she was once again seeing someone else through herself.

That this Aria was not her mother but someone referred to as ‘mother.’

And that her words of returning after ten nights were blatant lies.

She wanted to scream at her not to leave.

But with her short legs, Bonita couldn’t chase after Aria no matter how hard she tried.

Even if she opened her mouth, no sound came out.

Except for Aria moving away, there was nothing left around her.

The nightmare, whispered in solitude, was excessively realistic and dreadful. Her heart pounded loudly.

It was unbearable.

Bonita decided once again to sneak out of the bedroom. The first time was difficult, but the second time, she was determined surprisingly quickly.

As Bonita was quietly moving her steps, a low voice was heard.

“Bonita?”

It was Luke returning from the office to his room.

“Ah…”

Bonita sighed softly.

It was because she didn’t want her sneaking out from under the blanket to be known.

Knowing that she had secretly slipped out of the blanket would make her feel ashamed.

When she was preparing an excuse, gripping her sweaty hands tightly, the Duke, with his massive figure like a bear, knelt down.

“Can’t sleep?”

It was an affectionate inquiry.

There was no trace of anger.

Bonita, glancing at Luke, felt somewhat relieved, and whispered softly.

“That’s… I had a bad dream. So, I wanted to go find Aria…”

At the mention of Aria, Luke’s lips subtly tightened.

However, the dim corridor effectively concealed that small change in expression.

Luke patted the child’s head.

“Miss Hilton is probably sleeping deeply now, so it’s better not to wake her. When you’re sick, you get better quickly if you sleep well.”

Bonita replied with a disappointed tone.

“…Is that so?”

Even during the day, Aria, who used to talk with her, kept coughing.

Since her sick mother had finally fallen asleep, it would be a bad thing to wake her up just because of a nightmare.

‘But…’

Even so, inside Bonita’s troubled mind, two Bonitas suddenly popped up.

One of them whispered like this.
Here’s the English translation of the provided Korean paragraph:

“It’s okay. After all, I’m only seven years old, right? So, I can act a bit childish with Mom. Mom said she loves me.”

Upon this, the other one objected.

“No! That’s very selfish and something only bad kids do! You shouldn’t wake up Mom when she’s not feeling well!”

Bonita grabbed her head and whimpered. Luke, seeing his daughter like this, looked awkward.

“Bonita, are you scared to sleep alone?”

“Actually, I used to sleep alone.”

At the straightforward question, Bonita blushed.

“The house I used to live in was small, but here, it’s too spacious, that’s all.”

As Bonita was about to continue, she shyly lowered her head.

“When lying alone in the room, it feels a bit, well, scary.”

The house where Bonita used to live was small. Although there were divided rooms, at best, only one bed could barely fit. The soundproofing wasn’t good either, so on nights when she couldn’t sleep, she vividly heard Aria tossing and turning or murmuring from the next room.

But the duke’s residence was excessively vast.

Even the room Bonita was using now was only comparable to the entire house she used to live in. Lying alone in such a spacious room, with the lights turned off, made her heart pound, as if someone might be hiding somewhere in the room and suddenly jump out.

Meanwhile, hearing Bonita’s honest confession, Luke blinked his large eyes.

Scared to sleep alone.

For a child, it was entirely understandable. Even Elodie used to say such things to him from time to time.

“Isn’t the room design too ominous? Isn’t it scary to lie alone without Luke? Sometimes you might think there’s an assassin or something, right? Haha!”

Of course, there was never an assassin sneaking into the Duke’s bedroom, but still, it might be frightening.

Luke still looked at Bonita with bent knees. Even in the darkness, his eyes that shone red observed Bonita.

‘She broke out in a cold sweat.’

She seemed genuinely scared.

Luke absentmindedly reached out and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

Then, belatedly, he realized.

“Ah, Bonita… Sorry for touching without your permission.”