Francesca blinked apart her long dark lashes. She locked gazes with him and a little smile pulled at her lips. "Lucian?"
"What's wrong with you? Are you okay? You've been this way since you came back."
Francesca tried to smile. "I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I've just been feeling a bit sick. Nauseous and dizzy."
"Shall we go to the hospital then?"
She shook her head. "It's nothing to worry about. I'm sure I'll be fine if I rest a little bit more."
"Are you sure that will be enough?" he asked, deeply apprehensive.
She was about to respond to him when the door bell constantly rang over and over again. Both of them frowned. Lucia turned, tilting her small head. "Daddy, someone is at the door," she said.
"Stay here, sweetie. Let me see who it is." Lucian approached the door and glanced at the monitor on the wall, lifting a brow seeing that it was… Nikolas?
