A long while had passed, but the man's gaze was still fixed on her.
Irritated, Roxanne knitted her brows and raised her hand to pull the blanket up again to have her entire face covered, attempting to reduce the sense of oppression she felt due to the man's unrelenting gaze.
However, since she still had her eyes closed, she failed to tug the blanket up when she raised her hand. Instead, the blanket fell.
Sensing that the weight on her had slid off, Roxanne froze for a moment as she wondered if she should open her eyes and pick up the blanket.
But when she thought of her current situation, she feared that the atmosphere would get even more awkward if she let the man know that she had been playing possum.
On the other hand, without the blanket, she would feel even more uneasy due to his piercing stare.
While she was still at a loss, the person seated next to her moved, causing Roxanne to tense up immediately.
She had no idea what he was about to
do.
Moments later, a familiar scent wafted into her nose.
With all her might, she forced herself to calm down and not let her eyelids tremble.
Soon, the blanket that had fallen off was draped over her again.
Lucian's movements were gentle. It was as though he was worried he would wake her up.
After draping the blanket over her body, he even arranged the blanket nicely for her.
Roxanne assumed that he would back off after that, but to her surprise, he did not.
Even when she had her eyes closed, she could still feel his gaze lingering on her face. What is he looking at?
Just as she couldn't help but open her eyes, Lucian averted his gaze.
With that, the pressure Roxanne felt disappeared instantly, and she heaved a sigh of relief, and what followed was a sense of gloominess.
For some reason, she recalled the day when she was down with fever.
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