"Who's thinking of you!"
"Really not thinking of me?" Maybe she came too suddenly, and Lucas Knight completely forgot he was angry.
Forgot about what Liam Coldwell called her in that letter: Dearest Wife...
Dearest Wife...
At that moment, Lucas Knight felt the pain of heartbreak for the first time, a kind of pain different than he imagined.
"I thought of you~" She didn't try to argue with this man.
She hadn't learned much else, but she was quite skilled at sweet-talking men now.
He hugged her, so she simply wrapped her arms around his neck: "And what if I did think of you~"
He didn't say anything, but his gaze was filled with immense danger, as hot as the molten lava of an erupting volcano.
The day passed just like that.
In the evening, Lucas Knight had someone send her home but didn't go with her to sleep.
