The road was empty when Lucien drove back to his villa. His mind kept on replaying everything Ronan had told him. The events of the past 24 hours still felt like a dream.
He drove into the garage and stayed seated in the driver's seat for a good five minutes before he dragged his exhausted body from the car and walked inside the house. His mind was heavy, and each step felt like a weight
Lucien eventually made his way to the master's bedroom. The door was pushed slowly; he was nervous not to wake the figure lying on the bed.
He stepped inside the room and closed it with the same deliberate care. The door shut with a silent click. Lucien's back fell on the door and a heavy sigh slipped out of his lips. His long fingers rake through his dishevelled hair as he pushes himself.
