“What exactly are your thoughts about me?”
Lucian's voice was a touch hoarse.
He started feigning sleep right when he heard Roxanne coming out of her room. In his hurry, he forgot all about the blanket he had flipped open halfway.
Never had he expected her to actually come over and attempt to tuck the blanket around him.
Just a while ago, he was feeling irritable thanks to her relationship with another man, but earlier, his heart melted because of the hint of tenderness she showed him.
Roxanne was stunned for several seconds. Promptly snapping back to her senses, she automatically lifted her hands to shove at him. To her surprise, the man's grip on her tightened, making it so that she couldn't struggle at all.
Lucian's voice continued echoing beside her ear. “When are you planning to accept me?”
At his question, Roxanne's eyes constricted imperceptibly. Snapping her head to the side, she gaped at the man who was an inch away from her. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her voice turned remarkably steely. “You're all befuddled from sleep, Lucian! Hurry up and let go of me!”
Contrarily, Lucian snickered cryptically. “You were the one who provoked me first.”
His statement had bewilderment swamping Roxanne. She only realized what he meant when the events earlier flashed across her mind. “You weren't asleep?”
Arching a brow, Lucian chuckled noncommittally. “I pondered over Benny's mumbles earlier, and I think we can make it a reality.”
At the thought of Benny's groggy address of the man and his comment then, Roxanne's heart abruptly jolted. Her struggles grew increasingly forceful. “He was merely mumbling in his sleep, so you don't need to take it to heart, Mr. Farwell...”
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