Beauty pushed him away forcefully, only then realizing she was in Lucas's room.
She lifted her eyelids to glance at him.
"I'm really tired now.
I want to take a shower and go to bed.
Help me over there."
"Over where?
Isn't this our room?"
His shamelessness left her utterly defenseless.
Her cheeks flushed crimson as she retorted, "This is *your* room.
I need to go back to *mine*!
Or are you planning to take advantage of me even when my leg is injured like this?"
"Relax, I won't do anything to you.
With your leg in this state—can't move, can't kneel—what exactly could I do?"
His words made Beauty wish she could dig a hole and disappear.
The memories of that day at the hotel flooded back, filling her with such embarrassment she could've bitten her tongue off.
Without another word, Lucas turned and strode into the bathroom, leaving her flustered and uneasy on the sofa.
The sound of running water soon broke the awkward silence.
