Lucien did not know which was worse: telling his father that he needed a room to "collect" his sperm or having his father lead him to a small chamber in front of so many blushing staff members.
"Um, Mr. Clearwater?"
A red-faced Lucien turned to look at a shy lady behind him. She was blushing profusely when she handed him a basket that was covered by a red-and-white checkered handkerchief. It looked a lot like a picnic basket.
"..."
Desperate to escape the curious eyes, Lucien did not bother to ask why he was given a basket full of snacks. He took it from the lady's hands, mumbled a hoarse thanks, and shut the door behind him.
Good Goddess.
Lucien slid down the door into a squatting position.
That was embarrassing.
This must be the lowest point of his life.
At this moment, Lucien started to regret his poor choices.
Maybe he should learn to contain his rage.
